But just because we're at a restaurant doesn't mean that we just sit quietly and stare earnestly at one another. We just act like ourselves (fools for the most part): we draw, play cards and I often take pictures of my tablemates.
That's Mar at Old Chicago doing her Frida Kahlo impression (the painter ... not the cat).
This is one of my favorite pictures of Bill and Mar — taken at the oh-so glamorous Pizza Hut (*singing in my head* "Pizza Hut, Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pizza Hut ... " it's that song those kids sang in the documentary, "Supersize Me.")You know, it's strange. People don't seem to want to go out to eat with us anymore. And I just can't figure out why:
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