Last Night

Kathy and I went into the city, had a quick, lackluster dinner at a joint called the Chirping Chicken ("Hear that sizzle? That's ME!") and enjoyed Theatre Ten Ten's excellent production of Gilbert and Sullivan's Ruddigore. Then we strolled through a beautiful, cool night, window shopping and looking for a place to get some dessert... eventually covering the 50 blocks back to the train station.

And then I had a glass of scotch and stayed up till 5 in the morning writing this review. I think it turned out pretty well.

Rob