Got Alex to talk to his Zizima (mother of Zizi) on the phone yesterday. I like listening to my mOm melt on the phone, it’s so charming. I got an email from her jam packed with medical news, some pending, some good some… well, it’s like you’re a car, but you’re never tuned up, you’re never getting the right octane fuel, and you’re covered in rust. But you still run. Sorta.
Carly, Nita, Mike, Jan, Katie, Alex, Paul and (late) Keith and me all joined up at the Bombay Bistro and ate our little faces off. GOD THEIR BINDI DO PIAZZA is so fricking awesome, and the lamb biryani likewise. We got seated too late for Jeff to feel comfortable joining us (it was pushing 8 pm…)
NITA AND MIKE LOVED LOVED LOVED THEIR WEDDING PRESENT. I am, as you can tell, inordinately pleased.
Now Jeff and I are off to a Downtown Shopping Adventure, and it sucks, except we’ll be happy when it’s done.
