We still had some credit left on the gift card that Heather gave us for doing her web site so we stopped into Good Luck for dinner last night. Their red lentil, sweet potato soup is incredible so we ordered that again and then split shiitake mushroom, bok choy and red onion salad with barbecued trout and soy. It was as good as the best tapas we had in Spain but of course we weren’t surrounded by dozens of equally enticing options and there weren’t any giant hams hanging overhead and we weren’t standing at a bar with an assortment of interesting characters.
At some point I realized I had not transferred my wallet from my painting pants to my out-on-the-town pants so not only did I not have the gift card but I didn’t have our credit card either. Peggi felt pretty confident that she could recite our credit card number so we continued eating. I guess the pressure of coming up with the number when it really counts got to her and she transposed two of the groups of four numbers so it didn’t go through and they brought the manager out to our table. Peggi decided to call our neighbors. Rick was off doing his radio show. I had played horseshoes with him earlier in the day and he told us he was going to play a Margaret Explosion song in a juggling themed set with The Incredible String Band and Waylon Jennings. Monica gave us her credit card number and our debts were settled. We were off to Geva for a one woman show about the black experience. Other neighbors who both had the flu gave us their theater tickets. Mark Gage was in the lobby but we didn’t have time to chat. He seems to have slipped into Vapourspace.
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