Saturday, September 21, 2013
Rainy Friday Night
After work, I called my daughter to see if she wanted to join me somewhere for dinner—baby and all. She'd been wanting "a good meal" for a while, but it hadn't been convenient for us. This evening, it was looking like rain, but I headed to her apartment anyhow.
A warm drizzle was falling when we got to the restaurant, but once we ordered and settled in, the flood gates opened and sheets of water fell from the sky. An hour or so later, it was still pouring rain. But that was OK.
We entertained ourselves with lots of carbs, strong coffee and the camera that never ends. As country star Eddie Rabbit used to sing, "I love a rainy night." Especially when I have my two favorite people to share it with. ♦