Serves Me Right

I generally ignore the local news. I used to scan the Trib on-line everyday. Now, I generally just read Carolyn Hax on M, W, and F, and movie reviews on F. Consequently, I missed this story last week.

I worked at Baci in the summer of 1995 and the winter of 1996. I generally enjoyed the job. Although I rarely went to the restaurant after quitting for good, I liked knowing that I could always go back and have a margherita pizza and remember all the crimes and misdemeanors I committed with Jane when we worked there together. New Year's Eve 1995 was particularly raucous, debaucherous, and controversial. I stood on top of the bar, fell off, and nearly broke my neck - I was saved when my dinner jacket caught on a barstool suspending me mere inches above the floor.

Heart to you Baci, and heart to you Jane, whereever you are.

Silver Lining: perhaps I'll be able to celebrate my birthday at Ruth's Chris this year - just as I did when I turned 30 (although that was on Maui, bit of a difference in geography there).