I’m a working girl who almost never accepts after work invitations and I receive intriguing invitations at times.
I’m exhausted after long days.
I want to get home to Maggie Rose.
It’s late.
This time I accepted. My day was even later than usual and I had to force myself to continue with the reservation.
Friends told me to come around to the back. I went around to the back. (Pictured you will see what I found ‘around back’.)
I walked back to the front of the restaurant and continued down the side patio and there ya go, my friends await.
“You need to work on directions, friends.”
I order Malbec. Our waiter with beautiful eyes comes back to regrettably inform me there is no Malbec. I don’t drink near enough to intelligently make a selection close to Malbec. He suggest Pinot Noir. Done.
Pinot is darn near perfect, perfect I tell you. I don’t know how those with more experience would describe a fantastic wine, but I call it smooth, divine, from Oregon (Willamette).
I now own a couple bottles of Pinot from Oregon.
Dear friends were perfect companions for a beautiful Wyoming evening.
Why do I not accept invitations more often?
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