November 12

I'm grateful I said yes to crashing a dinner party this evening. The Spaccarellis, close friends from my childhood, were in town. Friends of my parents, all of whom I hadn't seen in years, got together to have a last dinner with them. Walking into the kitchen was like falling through a timewarp. I felt 12 years old again because not one of them has changed in 20 years!

We enjoyed incredible pasta that they cooked up for us (they own a restaurant in Portland), bits of Oregon chukar pointed by their merry band of vizslas and drank wowzer wine from Italy. It was a Very Good Evening.