Monday, May 26, 2008
Long Weekend = Supper with Lida
Here we are at some Greek restaurant in Rockville. Not pictured were the MOUNTAINS of food on our plates. Zowie! We should have been forewarned when the waiter delivered a monster pizza to the table next to ours. Seated around the table were grandma and grandpa, mom & dad, three young boys, and a baby girl. All except grandma, who was a very bright blonde, had curly brown hair. Anyway, they tied into the pizza, then the waiter brought them DINNER--the pizza was just an appetizer.
Lida had a huge plate of greek-style green beans (with some kind of tomato stuff), and what could have passed for lasagne, but the pasta part was macaroni. I had three bites of salad...maybe four...two bites of potato, and a chicken leg. Plus half of a nice little dish of rice pudding with cinnamon on it. Lida had flan, and we each had a glass of wine and a cup of chewy greek coffee (lots of grounds!!)
Lida was pretty tired because she had made a one-day trip up to northern PA yesterday for her cousin's son's bar mitzvah. She doesn't like sleeping in hotel beds, so she found a friend to drive her up and back. She said it was the most wonderful bar mitzvah she's ever been to. There were four generations of her family present, and the rabbi worked them all into the ceremony. Lida loved that, especially because she got to sit pretty high at the table. Anyway, she'd gotten up at 4:30 to leave at 6:30 a.m. and didn't get home until almost 11 pm.
I forget what I did yesterday aside from biking and marching around for blocks to buy a nother camera like the one I lost this past winter. This one is even better. It has 8 megapixels instead of 6, and I can take movies with it, too. Very BRIEF movies, but with sound! Who knew?
Maybe I can take a wee movie of Cathy and I butchering the Italian language next month when we visit the Amalfi coast. She wants me to bring my good summer clothes, but I reminded her that my summer wardrobe is exactly the same as my winter one, except I leave off the sweaters and roll my shirt sleeves UP. I mentioned, too, that my cargo shorts are thief-repellent....the pockets button. I don't think this is what she has in mind.
Here I am in my brand new Penn State Tennis t-shirt. Very tasteful and hardly faded at all. I bought it because my nephew Jim's son James plays tennis for Penn State, and his son Marc plays tennis for Northwestern. Or is the other way around? Northwestern does not sell tennis t-shirts, or I'd have gotten one. Is this good enough for the former stomping grounds of Virginia Woolf and Gorvy Dahl (that's how Don says it)? Hmph.