Greg sez:
One good birthday dinner deserves another, no? For a reprise J and I checked out, the night of October 7, the wonderful new restaurant called Number 4 (yes, it's the address; no, it's not the 4 Seasons). She can write more accurately and enthusiastically than I about the food, and she will. Suffice it to say for now that we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly in this new fusion restaurant, sitting upstairs under a palapa roof, stirred (like the candle on our table, which flickered and went out several times) by a strong night breeze, stirred by our old emotions (almost 41 years together), stirred by the food and the bottle of Argentine Torrontes. Downstairs a capable jazz duet played (the sax player was very good), and if they didn't screw it up too bad by singing they created serviceable renditions of American and Latin jazz and pop classics.
After our lingering dinner we went downstairs and joined a rowdy crowd of others at the bar, enjoyed a couple of more drinks (Jen a Spanish tempranillo, I tequila). We must've acquired a bit of this rowdiness ourselves, as our landlady, Robyn, says we were singing and laughing as we returned and turned the key in the gate.
At any rate, may you all enjoy such fine celebrations when the time is right, or ripe. As it appears to be to us old folks now.
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