Thursday, June 28, 2012
He had picked Freyja up from daycare for me, and they went berry picking and then to dinner at a favorite diner of ours.
There were clamstrips and giant rootbeer floats and heaps of french fries.
I was sort of impressed. In the 24 years we've been friends it has always been my job to navigate. To set up the plan and find the spot. I even order his food when we go out, so I was gobsmacked when he and Bootiful Princess rolled in at 9:00pm, having eaten. He is an excellent babysitter, but almost always forgets to feed the children things other than massive quantities of fruit.
Mark and I took the empty house as a sign to go grab dinner ourselves at Broder. Mark said "I think I thought I liked this place better than I do." but I still liked it a lot and ignored him. We sat in the window and the service was outstanding and they have teeny, tiny ramekins of condiments, which I find utterly charming. If you want to really win me over you will fill up a bunch of little dishes with add ons. I like my sauces, pickles and side dishes a lot, thank you very much.