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fajrdrakoIt's Friday, the end of an exciting and busy birthday week. Tonight I'm going out to dinner with my oldest friend, Diane. Not my oldest in terms of age, of course, she's even older than I am, but only by six months - no, I mean I've known her since I was three and we've been close friends since I was ten. Our lives are very different. She lives in a suburb, with a lovely home, a large husband, and two kids; she does crafts and she doesn't read novels. She isn't fannish. She's a wonderful person. I'm looking forward to dinner and hearing what has happened to her and hers since her birthday, which is when I last saw her.
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Date: 2003-09-26 10:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-26 06:01 pm (UTC)We dined in a restaurant on the Byward Market - a wonderful old part of town - called Fat Tuesdays, which has, as you might guess, a New Orleans ambience. It's actually quite a wonderful place: I was impressed. It's a little more upscale than I'm used to. Delicious, too. And they had creme brulee on the dessert menu!