It’s WW again. This is really hard for me because as a few of you have pointed out, I like to chat. So going wordless is indeed difficult. WW’s photo is of Evelyn and her twin in Hoboken, NJ, home of Carlo’s Bakery. The story of our trip to Carlo’s, part of our NYC trip, is for another day; however, the fact that Evelyn traveled 0ver 1650 miles to wind up sitting next to stranger, one that had on the exact same shirt, especially one so unusual, I found funny.
Whew- I feel better now. I’ve realized over the years that I wouldn’t be a good monk, for a couple of reasons.
Now for other news. No, I did not go out on a Long Island Iced Tea spree and drink myself stupid(er) last night. As it turns out, Doug hadn’t made a bank deposit so although he had enough $$ to take everyone to dinner last night, (Amanda and Nate came after class), he didn’t have enough with him to also support my imbibing. So I didn’t have even 1 drink.
I did eat pasta like I was going to the chair though. Damn that Olive Garden. Manana kiddos.