ALL THE RIGHT FRIENDS


Last night was an inconvenient case of Murphy's law.

But laws can be broken or at least bent. For the better.

So, it was seafood galore for the three starving goons we were, well worth the misfortunes we've been through; finger-licking good and most content. The night seemed to pass so slowly that we didn't realize everybody else left as we kept on spoiling ourselves.

I'm taking it one day at a time.