Friday, April 13, 2007
Lunch, no chaser
Lunch with the Metalworker yesterday lasted more than four hours. She’s also a jewelry-maker, so she spilled semi-precious gems upon the table like a pirate queen returning to her lair. Luckily, the Medic had earlier rescheduled to allow time for her mom to leave town. A double-booking would have wiped me out. Remind me not to do that again.