Saturday was another “date night” with my neighbor. After last month’s surprise dancing incident, we just went out for a meal. There is a place I have been driving by a couple times a week to get to one of my go-to walking paths. There are always a lot of cars parked there, and on summer nights they have outdoor concerts with B-list bands that pack ’em in. There are several restaurants/bars on the property, and we went to the Power Station Pub. We split a Grateful Veg Mezza because the place was busy, and we were warned that our meals would be longer than a 30-minute wait. She ordered the Aztec Salad with chicken, and I had the Dockside Fish Soft Tacos. One blackberry seltzer each, so there was to be zero dancing.
This morning was a bicycle ride ending at Stomping Grounds for a latte and a muffin. Afterwards, I yanked the dead weeds I sprayed with killer a couple days ago. The afternoon was spent watching the last two episodes of season one of LOST. In the last one Locke tells Jack that he is a man of faith and Jack is a man of science. The title of episode one of season two is “Man of Science, Man of Faith.” I’ll start with that one tomorrow.