At the New Delhi Restaurant...

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I walked there with Lisa, from the Silver Snail. Since she was waiting for me, I politely didn't browse the comics too much; bought only the one comic on my subscription list that was out today, Uncanny X-Men #438, with a beautiful cover. Just when I keep resolving to drop the title, they do something to attract me again. Buying only one comic had an advantage: I could afford supper.

Lynne, Lisa and I had agreed to meet for dinner this evening and to each have a surprise for the others. I suppose originally bu 'surprise' we meant news; in the end, none of us really had news, though I regaled them with the story of my hot rock therapy on Saturday and they'd each had some sort of adventures. My surprise for each of them was an origami creation made from the origami calendar I was given for Christmas by maboroshimaki - a swan for Lisa, a table and chair set for Lynne. Lynne brought us each a grab-bag of wonderful goodies from her store - things left over from Christmas sales: a Peter Rabbit calendar (how did she know I love Beatrix Potter's art?), Christmas cards with trees on them (though she said she didn't know that trees were my favourite image), The Witch's Brew Good Spells for Good Friends, a candle, body lotion, and a wonderful book or notebook called "collecting art". It was a wonderful feel-good sort of evening, despite the cold evening.

Lisa and I shared a dinner for two: butter chicken and bakti lamb. The lamb was actually too hot for me to enjoy. The rest of the meal was delicious, though. It was worth going off my diet for.

The restaurant's washroom, though neat and clean, was frigid. I guess there's no insulation in there. Coldest toilet seat I've met in years.