Sunday, March 23, 2014

T-Boned

Yesterday was one of those early spring days where everything seems dreary.  A damp kind of cold permeates while the snow slowly recedes with the recalcitrant claws of winter still sunk in our souls.  Thankfully March madness and a Bruins winning streak have arrived to rescue us from the worst impact of all the filthy snow banks lining the roads.

In addition yesterday saw a late afternoon run up to New Hampshire to spend the evening with the son, MEF, and her parents for another spirit lifting exercise.  In a startling development my wife was running a little late which saw the fracturing of some of the speed laws on our way up to Hudson and we arrived less than an hour after we started out which has to be some sort of record.

It had been too long since we’d seen the MEF’s parents and once again it was like falling in with old friends immediately.  The stated reason for our trip was to conduct reconnaissance on the restaurant selected to cater the rehearsal dinner in August but any opportunity to hang out with these people is welcome.
T-Bones
If the parking lot of the restraint is any indication of the quality of food the place offers than we may have struck gold as it was absolutely packed.  T-Bones required a bit of wait to get our reserved table but they thankfully had March Madness playing on several TVs and the MEF’s father started up a conversation with a displaced Michigan State fan from Macon, Georgia (huh?).  The food was more than worth the wait although the company was so excellent I might have been influenced by the warmth those feelings.
A Great Dinner
The MEF picked up on a statement I made last week about moving to Portsmouth based on the fertile pub crawling opportunities offered there.  She concocted a plan where we all bought a large house together where we occupied one wing, her parents another, with she and my son in the main house.   My wife jumped on the future babysitting facility by grandparents this plan presented.  It was cool that neither the son or MEF ran screaming from that discussion (a la my daughter (although she is getting better)).


The drive home was more sedate, time with such fun people will do that.  

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