Monday, June 28, 2010
I have been on the phone a lot the last few days because yesterday was the two-year anniversary of the day Pennario died. And I was talking on the phone to a couple of his friends. We all get sentimental and we like to talk.
One person who called me was Mr. Idaho. I was happy to hear from him!
Yak, yak, yak, like a housewife. That was me!
Everyone is so encouraging with everything and it means a lot to me. It is such a thrill putting this together but it takes so long. The days fly. The nights fly (as illustrated by the sunset above). I think a lot about the passage of time, I will tell you that right now.
Speaking of which, Howard and I went out the other night to Fanny's...
... which was the restaurant where we met. Fanny's is closing. Well, now it has closed. Sunday, last night, was its last night.
Saturday was when Howard and I went there, for one last dinner. It was funny because it was not our anniversary but it felt like it. It was actually my brother George's and my sister-in-law Nat's anniversary. They got married at St. Gerard's about six months before we did.
At Fanny's on Saturday Howard and I both got the Pasta Diablo which is this spicy tomato angel hair spaghetti with mussels, clams, shrimp and scallops. That is what we always used to get.
Howard said it was like dining on the Titanic. You could feel the place taking on water as we ate! The waiters at Fanny's were always career waiters and on the ball but the other night they were shuffling around as if in a dream.
"We had a bottle of wine coming?" That was what we heard someone in the next booth say.
"Bottle of wine," the waiter repeated. Like a zombie!
There was no air conditioning and for a while there was no music. There was tension and sadness.
But you know what, the dinner, I have to say this, was excellent!
It cheered us right up.
Restaurants come and go! We started laughing. I had another glass of wine and Howard had a Manhattan.
We drink to the future!