What Was I Thinking, I Must Have Been Drunk

Friday night we went on a real, gosh-darn date. We went to an excellent performance by Christine Lavin and then went out to dinner. At one time I thought the best thing I’d ever seen at a concert was Chris Isaak’s disco ball suit. Then I thought it was Leon Redbone making shadow puppets. Now the penultimate of all is Christine Lavin twirling batons–twirling batons with glo-sticks on the ends with all of the lights off in the theater.

We were back in the car around 9:30. In this town, you have to put on your thinking cap to come up with a place that will be still serving dinner around 10. We decided to go to Six Burner and, man, what a good idea that was. Since it was St. Patrick’s we each started with a pint of Guinness. I think we would have started with that any time; the Irish connection was just coincidence. The better-half switched to a Black and Tan (Guinness and Harp) and I had a second Guinness. He ordered oysters on the half shell and, now, I’ve eaten raw oysters. They were outstanding and we wished the plate was never-ending. I ordered calamari and they were exceptional. Then the better-half had rockfish over gnocchi with a mixture of sausage and garlic and spinach. I had scallops over white beans and mushrooms. By the time we left there was only one couple at a booth near the window but the bar was full of young folks smoking and drinking.