Happy St. Pat's

St. Patrick's Day is our anniversary. Well, one of our anniversaries (we have at least one anniversary every month). This one is the day we met, the first day of our cohort group at the University of San Francisco's Cupertino campus. The class was about 1/3 women, 2/3 men, and two of the men wore suits - DH and one other guy. DH wore the suit... lookin' good. The other guy let the suit wear him. He wore the suit as an affectation. Ick.

From the beginning, DH was someone I wanted to know and be friends with... and that's just how it worked out. Friends first, friends always.

Okay, so when we went to the speakeasy, Bourbon and Branch, a couple of weeks ago, as we were walking from the bar to the restaurant (Colibri, a fabulous Mexican restaurant near Union Square), we passed a store that sold beautiful glass artworks... fruits, vegetables, animals... Here's the link, but... um... You may not want to have the under-17 crowd peeking over your shoulder when you click it. They truly are beautiful in person - don't be frightened.

Went back to our favorite restaurant last night. After our disastrous Christmas dinner there, and after I sent a 3-page letter outlining the problems we had, they sent us a $200 gift certificate. So we decided to go back for our anniversary, and invited our doctor and his wife to join us (this is fairly common, to invite them along on special days - we usually spend Valentine's Day with them, too!). The food was great, the service was definitely better than on Christmas, but... you know, the place just didn't feel right. The head chef wasn't there; neither was her husband (also a chef), and the rest of the staff were just, well, staff. We decided that when we go back, it won't be for any special occasion. Don't want to build up for a let-down. On the other hand, a random Thursday night to take advantage of their 2-for-1 short ribs special... mmm mmm mmm.

Off to bed; had that deep cleaning thing at the dentist today and it plum tuckered me out.