|Mr. Moey and I all ready for a night out on the town|
We sat ourselves down, but quite frankly my mojo was completely gone. A triple martini would have been in order but because I decided to be the designated driver I had to settle for a diet Pepsi. That did nothing to numb the shock and horror. Mr. Moey (bless him) tried to take the harm out of it by trying to convince me that she really meant he looked like like the parent because he's five years older than me. Nice try but I wasn't buying it. Firstly I was too busy trying to decipher the looming cost of obviously much needed Botox injections. Secondly, Mr. Moey does not have a single gray hair on his head.
One thing I learned a long time ago, if you don't know people it's best to keep your mouth zipped. NEVER ask people if they're pregnant if you don't know for a fact that they are. NEVER guess a woman's age. NEVER assume anything.
Our friend (or should I say new found son) Andy and his wife finally arrived and the surprise went off without a hitch. It was a pleasant enough evening, the food was good. The restaurant specializes in thin crust pizza. I was surprised to learn it's been there for ten years, I've walked by it in the past without realizing it was even there.
Here is the link and the only picture I have is of my leftover pizza that I brought home. For some unknown reason I had lost my appetite, maybe it's because senior's tend to have delicate tummies at times.
|Spinach, mushrooms, roasted red peppers, bacon and Bechamel sauce. Yum.|