Well, it’s Friday which can mean only one thing – out to dinner with friends. We’ve been meeting and dining together since 1986 or something. With devastating originality we call ourselves the Friday Night Club and start e-mailing about Thursday or so with suggestions as to where to meet and dine. Tonight we’re going to a Mongolian Barbecue nearby. We’ll be C and I, my best friend from highschool K and her husband D, and their son/my Godson J, and CK who used to work with D. KW is at Gaylaxicon (some sort of science fiction convention) so won’t be along. I really look forward to meeting up with my chums; it starts the weekend off nicely.
Before we can go out, C & I have to go over our grocery order from Peapod.com. It’s a grocery delivery service; we started using it when the DC snipers were scaring the wits out of me. We got used to it and kept it up; if you’re in a major metropolitan area, you may want to check it out yourself. We use it for most things and My Organic Market for others.
Having your groceries delivered is lazy, I know. If you’re not lazy, you can work out and get a body like Michael Lewis’s. (Maybe.) He’s an Israeli model.