I certainly had choices.
One was to stay home with Thomas Jefferson snuggled under the covers before Camille vetoed that idea.
“But there are ways we can go economically.”
“This I have to hear.”
“We’ll eat before we go.”
“And what about Joanne who has an appetite like a sumo wrestler?”
“She can eat bread. If we then only have one glass of wine apiece, how much could that cost?”
“One glass of wine…are you for real? That alone Camille makes it a very a bad plan. Let’s just go someplace cheaper.”
“Like where, Three Guys Coffee Shop?”
“We’d at least eat at a reasonable price, and we’d each get a baked potato.”
I knew there was no talking to her once her mind was made up.
So that’s the plan folks. Have yet to tell Tom we won’t be spending the evening together at Monticello after all, but I’ll see him on New Years Day for sure. Something tells me that one glass of wine is a myth if I’ve ever heard one and no dessert? Camille lives for dessert and The Mark’s pastry chef could give one an instant orgasm just by sniffing his menu.
Did you hear that? That’s me murmuring creme brulee, creme brulee.
Joanne called to ask if she should really have a sandwich before meeting us. What could I say. Yes, and maybe some soup too.
This will be one interesting New Year’s Eve.