A half weekend might seem a bit odd to celebrate but Friday night and Saturday morning just gone were something special. They were the first instance of my revived meeting arrangements with Anne. Anne has always in the past slept Friday night in my guest room to make a Saturday breakfast convenient and that has now been revived. Anne now has G.. living with her so it is only friendly arrangements that have been revived but my arrangements with Anne have in fact been just friendly ones for a long time. But they have been and are very good for all that.
And the revival was very good indeed. We both have a keen sense of the ridiculous and I was in an exceptionally good mood so it was almost a laugh a minute while we were together.
On Friday evening, I tried to take her to a Persian place that we both regard as special for dinner but they were booked out. I had neglected to book because I thought all the coronavirus restrictions would have left them substantially empty. At 7pm, however, the place looked in fact to be busier than ever. So we went over the road to a good Indian restaurant we both know and "well we weren esed atte beste", to burst into Middle English. I ordered a Vindaloo which was surprisingly mild.
On Saturday morning we went to our old favourite breakfast place at Buranda. Anne had the cheesesteak sandwich and I had a Deluxe sandwich of my own devising. Both were very satisfactory.
After breakfast we did a tour of the nearby Vinnies and I picked up a cute little milk jug. I have a weakness for jugs! Anne went home at about 12 noon.
EPILOGUE
My date for Saturday night was the good-looking JD, a smart lady whom I have met only recently. She said she had been celebrating her 64th birthday with her family all the week so needed a special dinner on Saturday night. So I took her to the Persian restaurant, which always impresses. I booked this time. I haven't been there recently so I was amused to see that the slim lady with the large bust was still running the show there. She is quite a sight.
As I usually do, I ordered the the platter for two, which is actually two large platters plus a smaller platter, all three covered with enticing food. JD was suitably impressed.
I had intended to bring a bottle of champagne but forgot. So JD offered to walk down to the nearby drive-through to pick up a bottle. I gave her a $20 for the purpose. She asked me what I wanted and I said: "Just some cheap champagne". She was quite tickled by that. She kept repeating "cheap champagne"! She knows I am well-off so was surprised that I would drink such a thing. I just smiled. Anyway she came back with a rather impressive-looking $30 bottle of French champagne. French wine has got a lot cheaper in recent years. She said "I don't do cheap champagne". She is the ex-wife of a well-off professional man so is probably a bit spoilt. What she bought was a reasonable drop.
I have only one glass of wine with dinner these days and she was driving so also drank little -- so a good half of the bottle was left. So we took it back to my place, where I stoppered it for later.
I had a glass of it as a nightcap when I went to bed and restoppered the remainder. So when I woke up mext morning I felt rather decadent (in a good way) to see a stoppered bottle of champagne sitting on my bedroom table It suggested a wilder night than I actually had.
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