Sunday, May 4, 2003

Saturday evening saw the Dining Crew (with Jason Moy, harpsichordist extraordinaire) at the Cheesecake Factory, a restaurant that offers a visual feast in addition to troughs and troughs of super-healthy food.

It was here, gentle reader, that I saw a motley procession of people. There was a nun who wore a dark-grey variation of the classic black habit; I remember seeing a man with a shrunken right arm who sashayed with woman and Heineken in tow; haughty people, perhaps a zero or two shy of the Norshore bracket, with chins held high and clothes a bit too fancy for the Factory; a violinist and a cellist making a beeline for the bathroom; high schoolers gorging themselves on a HEAPING HELPING of suck-face before being seated; all of it very interesting.

Good food and conversation followed, and the night came to a contented close. And now, the Mistress of Repose beckons to me after a morning in church. Good night, dear reader!