Delayed Gratification

We celebrated Anthony's big 40th birthday on Wednesday. I kept looking at him and saying, "I can't believe you're 40," and he'd say, "Me, neither." I said, "I still think of you as 23!" and he'd say, "That's about how I feel."

We plan to celebrate with a trip next month, but for the actual evening I took him to the restaurant of his choice, and of course he chose Castle Hill Cafe. It did not disappoint. We told our waiter what kind of wines we liked, and he recommended one right of the bat. What about this one? we asked. He wrinkled his nose and said, "It's not that great." What about this Aussie wine? He said, "Yeah, it's good. Do you want a taste?" So we tasted it, and it was nice but more like a Pinot in style, and I knew I was ordering beef. I hedged and said, "I'm wondering about the other one..." and PDQ there was a sample. Oh, my, this wine was the bomb, yes, please leave the bottle on the table. "Always trust your waiter..." our server muttered with a grin. We followed all his suggestions from there on out, and the rest of the meal was just fabulous.

Man, this is starting to sound like my other blog! (new post there, too)

We were supposed to be in Houston right now, gazing at the newborn Evelyn, BUT Anna developed a fever yesterday afternoon/evening. I called Stephanie to tell her the bad news, and she answered, "Can you contain the excitement?!?" Well, yes, we hafta since we don't want to give your baby a virus. Everyone was disappointed, but we came up with a plan to go tomorrow afternoon and stay through Monday. SO FAR, the sickness gods seem to agree with this plan (no fever at all today - knock on wood!)