Late, but dinner was served.

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I had hoped to be in town by 16:00-17:00.  Pulling in just at 18:00 I mentioned to my friend as he was nearing that... yep... an hour late... right on my time!  He... knows these things and was rather nonplussed.  He even had it in him to grin.  Still, the drive is only an hour.  I thought, at this time of night, the road would be relatively lightly trafficked, and what there was would be... reasonable.  Boy was I wrong.  A few maneuvers to lose bumper sitting texters and a few other sorts made sure my friend was awake when we got there.  Well... and a few choice words.  Of course, he customarily uses those words.  I think it just surprises him to hear them out of my mouth.  *boo!*

The place was easy to find.  We both, actually, knew right (about) where it was, and he caught the sing before I could pass it.  *evil grins*  Never mind.  Anyway, we were able to get in, and get seated, right away.  It was busy, but they had enough little places and spots, and maybe the area we were in is reserved for the handicapped.  The other areas were mostly high tables/chairs and booths, so...  The meal was very good.  While prime rib isn't my favorite, when going to a new steak house I order that first, often, when doing a calibration.  If they do the au jus correctly, then I consider it more than just another McUpscale joint.  And, they did it right.  Not too salty, no artificial beef flavor.  Beef flavor, to be sure, but it didn't taste like a chemical additive.  Now, the prices were... uhrm... ripe.  But you do get what you spend.  My friend had king crab.  It's the first place he has seen it available in years... 5, 10, 15, he couldn't be sure.  And it was, to his mind, fresh and right... perhaps righteous.  We might head back next month.  He is thinking a double order of that stuff, and I can't blame him.  I want to try the ribeye next time.  But... once ever other month, at most, would be the visiting timetable for such a restaurant. 

On the way back I did buy some of my list.  No tools, but it was running a bit late for that anyway.  Cat foods, litter, a couple of baseball hats and a few more t's, sleeveless as an experiment.  I don't need more t's, though there are some my mother, or a wife type, would certainly hide away to see if I noticed, then be rid of.  Well, okay, my mom and probably my last, would simply have cut them up then looked surprised when I asked about them.  Gah!  And they knew when they cut them up.  They always pick my favorite old shirts too.  It's... uncanny, their accuracy.  Underwear as well, if I, generally, don't have quite the same feelings about those.  Still...  *Bam*  Right on target.  Which, secretly, tickles the cockles of the black part of my heart, which I would never admit. 

Now to cool off, and get to bed as soon as possible.  Oh, I checked the mail on the way home.  You know, I probably ought to do that just a bit more often.  Once a month is probably pushing it.  Then again, I was done, then distracted.  Still...  Doom or not, I do have some social and... other... duties.  Uhm, yeah.  A box full of parcels, letters, and of course junk mail.  I'll sort the mail later, I had to see what new toys came in first!  A 3-way sling for my rifle, water pills if I think there is a problem with the water, to use before filtering, the last of the cotter pins and a puller or two, syringes and carvedilol.  No losartin, which is what I really needed.  Not yet.  Bleh.  I'll check when I go to town next time, and until it shows. 

Later.  Perhaps good night.