Got up and Beth wanted to go to the Molinari Deli on Columbus Street in North Beach, to get some cold cuts. We walked. Molinari is an old fashioned Italian deli with salami hanging from the ceiling. In this age of chain stores, there aren't many left.
I did a competitive spin class over the lunch hour. "The Pursuit". I may be older than the others in the class, but I still hold my own. I had the highest power/weight ratio in the class.
I communicated a lot with Thomas today. He was on his way to Memphis via Muscle Shoals. He visited the "Fame" studio and got a personal tour, using his southern charm and benefitting from southern hospitality. Thomas and I are both listening to an excellent Spotify playlist: Muscle Shoals (1962-1984). I recommend it. 80 plus songs containing some of the best stuff from that studio.
Here is a picture of the most dangerous weapon in our house.
Beth and I have each cut ourselves numerous times using this simple serrated paring knife. We are both afraid of it. I joked that if you stabbed someone with it it would probably leave a wound that wouldn't close. We have a love hate relationship with the knife because it stays so damn sharp.
Tonight was the night we were going to have our real celebration of our 32d Anniversary. Friday was just impromptu. I'll try to make the long story short. I made a reservation for dinner for Friday in SF. Beth knew but knew about it but the Restaurant is a secret. She was sick Thursday so we cancelled. She felt well enough to go out Friday so we did. I meant to make a new reservation at the secret restaurant for tonight. We thought we were going there tonight. I botched it and the reservation is for tomorrow.
We decided to go out tonight and celebrate our Anniversary again anyway. To Fringale, a French restaurant on 4th Street. We had a nice dinner. I noticed that I have gotten used to paying $15 for a glass of wine now. Inflation.
I noticed a couple on a date at the next table. They were in their 50s. How did I know they were on a date? No rings, awkward conversation, just a sense. Absolutely no chemistry. They drank no alcohol. How in the hell are they going to get anything going?
I'll report back tomorrow after we have our REAL Anniversary celebration. I can't wait to see how Beth likes the restaurant I picked out.
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