Last night I went out to dinner with one my good friends to catch up. We hadn’t managed to get together for a date since I can’t remember and were both excited to spend time together.
We went to a very beautiful family-owned Mediterranean restaurant and even were given a candle for our dinner. “L” and I decided we should share a bottle of wine since it was just so *romantical. We had the best time, wine flowing, fabulous food, conversation hilarious and juicy.
I wasn’t driving so I think I had more than my share of wine and was feeling rather wonderful when we finally got up to leave. I turned around and smoothed out my shirt after putting on my blazer and felt someone was looking at me in an odd way. I looked the offender’s direction and gave a sufficient stink eye back but noticed he looked vaguely familiar. “L” met me at the car, she had stayed behind to say good-bye to some people she knew. Breathlessly she ran up to me, “you’ll never believe who was in the restaurant with us tonight, Carlos Santana!” Crap, I thought. Sorry about the stink eye, Mr. Carlos Santana.
*My sisters and I use this word with frequency, myself probably the most since I am the most romantical of all the sisters. My sister Katrina has her BA in linguistics and knows several languages which she says gives her the right to make up new words at will. Who can argue with a girl genius?
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