Last night, Ros treated us all to a great dinner at an Italian place called the Macaroni Grill. Do they have these in other places? It seems like I've heard of it before.
Anyhoo, it was a neat place, and since we had a pretty good group of people, we were back in this little grotto-type room, with heavy curtains pulled back at the sides of the entrance. As we raised our glasses in a toast, mandolin music playing in the background, I told Ken, "Why do I feel like I'm gonna get whacked?" Ha ha! It was almost surreal!
The food was yummy (I had Veal Parmesan, Ken had Veal Marsala), and we all had a lot of fun talking and laughing. I got to meet Cousin Richard and his wife. Apparently his father is also named Richard, so the cousin at last night's dinner was often referred to as "Little Richard." Sadly, we weren't treated to a rendition of "Tutti Frutti." Maybe next time.
However, our server had quite a bit of talent herself, and after our meal, she sang "Happy Birthday" to Aunt Bea...opera-style. It was lovely, and brought a tear to my eye. America DOES have talent!
It was a great time, and THANK YOU, ROS!
Oh, and Cousin Murray is just the neatest, most lovable guy, who loves to laugh and talk. I like him very much. We're having a barbecue this evening, and he's coming back for that, so it should be another fun night.
I made a discovery last night. Ken ordered a sangria, and I thought I'd try that, too. For some reason, I've never had sangria! Well, that is some mighty tasty stuff, let me tell ya. I don't know how much wine it has in it, but it goes down quicker than Britney Spears on a first date.