Sunday, July 24, 2005

You gonna eat that?

The plan was for Mrs. A and I to meet up with Francesca (aka the Grouchy Old Yorkie Lady, which as far as I was able to ascertain, is only ¼ correct by the way) and her friend Eleanor at 6:30 across the street from their hotel. Which just happens to be the location of Riscky’s Bar-B-Que. Coincidence? I think not. And wouldn’t you know, for once, the plan was executed flawlessly. We even found a parking spot that was only a block away.

There were hugs and introductions made (and as I recall, they were in that order) and since we were all hungry, we got right to the business of being seated. Unlike last year, when there were only a handful of folks in the joint (I think it was a Tuesday night instead of a Wednesday night), there were lots of folks already there and a steady stream coming in throughout the night. Which made the place a little bit noisier, but that was ok ‘cause we were too.

And (since we were so hungry and all, did I mention that?) naturally, the first thing we did was grab the menus and start talking over the tops of them. It’s amazing how sometimes you can relate to folks like you’ve known them forever. We just picked up the conversation right where we left off last year. And with Mrs. A there, that gave us even more territory to cover.

Well, the next thing you know the waiter was there to take our order and we realized that we hadn’t even really thought about what to eat yet. Not that I needed to do much thinking, mind you. It turns out that Eleanor and I were of the same mind and so we stuck with the All-You-Can-Eat Ribs. Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Mrs. A (who’s watching her girlish figure…I’m watching it too!) decided on the Sliced Brisket.
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And Francesca specifically order the FAMOUS Pork Ribs Image hosted by Photobucket.com
(none of those ordinary or infamous ribs for her, thankyouverymuch).

The ordering of gustatorial delights over with, we then went back to talking. And laughing. A lot. Francesca told us about her new home and about the cross-country trip and how Nick wound up with two teenage girls riding in his vehicle while Francesca had the run of the CD player in hers. Eleanor brought us up to speed on her new job, which is just like the old one only better. Mrs. A regaled us with tales of child rearing and the like, and I told everyone how much I still like my new job.

Sometime in there, the food arrived and the conversation slowed just a tad. Image hosted by Photobucket.com
This is Eleanor showing us how it's done.

We did enjoy talking about our kids and the funny things they say and do when they’re little.
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Everybody had a tale or two to tell, but Francesca had two of the best stories of the night. (They're her stories, I'll let her tell them if she wants)

And then, before it seemed like any time at all had passed, it was after 9:00 and we had to say our goodbyes.

::sniff::
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We got a couple of group photos to commemorate the occasion and promised to do it again next year (if not sooner).

Sorry this took so long to post. Living it is always more fun than writing about it. (Unless of course, you just make stuff up, and then it's a toss-up)

So who’s coming to Fort Worth next? If you’ll come, we’ll have the welcome wagon all gassed up and ready to go.

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