Friday night we had dinner at the Greek restaurant with Doc Hot and Original Cyn. There was no one, really, no one there. The 3 people who were there when we arrived left and for the hour and a half we were there, no other customers came. It was spooky. Original Cyn was convinced that there were gunmen in the back holding everyone hostage. Of course, the food was pretty bad, so maybe there's a reason.
Saturday, we picked up the new car. Yowza. Drove it around; went to Weenie and Alien's. W was really great about being excited for us. Drove her around the block with the top down and got cheers from passer-by (it was about 27 degrees out). Saturday PM Gertrude came over for dinner and a movie. Made lasagna. The Jewish mother in me wanted to feed her seconds and thirds. I worry that she's not eating, that she doesn't take care of herself. It was nice to see her though; I really miss having her around. Still.
Then we went to see Freedom Writers, which tugged all my heartstrings this way and that. The movie doesn't stand up to much evaluation, but for the time-being, I was moved and entertained.
Sunday, I got up and read the paper while the other 2 slept. Then J went for bagels and we had a little brunch before sending Gertrude home with leftovers. Made guacamole and took it over to Deb's for dinner. Had dinner with just her and her man, who we decided we like very much. Great to see her; haven't seen enough of her lately.
So it was a nice weekend for seeing friends.
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