Tonight we had dinner with Joe and Dwight. Knowing that our quick decision as to where to eat was simply way too easy, we arrived at said destination to find about 50 people milling about outside and a lot longer table wait than we were willing to deal with. So, we switched locations without too much trouble. Of course, the random topics ranged from christmas cookies to the Dead Milkmen to allowable evidence in a trial to psychology and counting to 12, often in the same sentence.
So, for those of you that followed the cryptic exchange in the comments section, you'll know that Terri, Tom, and I managed to score tickets to a benefit reading at radio city music hall in the late summer by J.K. Rowling, of Harry Potter fame, John Irving, of Garp/Owen Meany fame, and Stephen King, of every book he's ever touched fame. So, my first visit to New York City will be a quick whirlwind tour followed by the main event of the reading. If we pack everything into the 5 days that we tenuously planned on the contingency that we might get the tickets, it's going to be an exhausting vacation.