Just because the world is currently FUBAR. I'm not letting it get me down. Let's party with Michael Phelps then roll back the clock 50 years. It's Saturday night. Date night. That's me with my date, Chrissy's Great-Aunt, Ann. We took Ann out for pizza at Aurelio's and then to Gayety's, a real ice cream parlor. At the pizzeria, there was a table across from us with a group of young teenagers all dressed up for a dance. They were eating with their parents, then the kids left for the dance. It was like a scene from the TV show "Happy Days". Which made me wonder, twenty years from now, what will they call the TV show about this decade, "Depressing Days"? Anyway for dessert, we had giant ice cream sundaes at Gayety's Chocolates & Ice Cream. Since it warmed up to 55 degrees today, the place was packed. The owner, Jim, stopped at our table to say hello to us. Chrissy ran into the receptionist from the vetenarian where we take our dogs. We spent the night talking politics, how to live life & the best way to die. OK, not every aspect of the night was like the old days. But at least for one night, we had a great time living in the past.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
February 7 It's The 1950's All Over Again
Just because the world is currently FUBAR. I'm not letting it get me down. Let's party with Michael Phelps then roll back the clock 50 years. It's Saturday night. Date night. That's me with my date, Chrissy's Great-Aunt, Ann. We took Ann out for pizza at Aurelio's and then to Gayety's, a real ice cream parlor. At the pizzeria, there was a table across from us with a group of young teenagers all dressed up for a dance. They were eating with their parents, then the kids left for the dance. It was like a scene from the TV show "Happy Days". Which made me wonder, twenty years from now, what will they call the TV show about this decade, "Depressing Days"? Anyway for dessert, we had giant ice cream sundaes at Gayety's Chocolates & Ice Cream. Since it warmed up to 55 degrees today, the place was packed. The owner, Jim, stopped at our table to say hello to us. Chrissy ran into the receptionist from the vetenarian where we take our dogs. We spent the night talking politics, how to live life & the best way to die. OK, not every aspect of the night was like the old days. But at least for one night, we had a great time living in the past.
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