although for Allen and the always classy Debbie, it must have felt like they were the quiet guy (Wally?) in that monologue movie. Cuz I didn't shut up the whole effin' night!
Drinks at my place, followed by dinner about 30 minutes away...something was off at the restaurant but all that meant was more time for conversation with these two great people. Lots of laughter, a terrific time, at least for Caren and me.
Next time we'll head to the North Shore, or Boston, anywhere at all. Just say yes, we're desperate!
Oh, and Allen had to drop a couple of smokes on me, non-elitist stuff (for him), PSD4 and PSE2, nothing special.
So I'm not low anymore.
Posting a pic, Fiddler?
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