Tonight I went to dinner at Continental Divide (there’s not website, otherwise I would link, I promise), with some of the loveliest girls in the world.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, this little old lady is trying her best to ascribe to the Tams’ philosophy of life: “Be young, be foolish, be happy.” (Well, OK, maybe I’m not trying to be foolish, but some of you might disagree considering I’m about to move across the country towards no certain job and no certain future, while I probably could get 2 or 3 positions here in Charlottesville at this point. So, yeah, I guess you could consider it foolish, but my crazy decisions have worked for me before…) Besides, I have found that inevitably when I do something out of my routine, like go out to dinner during the week, it always makes the week either go by faster, or just seem a little happier. (See: “Be happy,” above.)
The last time I went to Continental Divide (famous for this sign on the window as it’s only marker)….
………..it was my 25th birthday and Stephen Kellogg (the numerously aforementioned love-of-my-life singer/songwriter) was playing a small solo opening gig (for Dar Williams) just next door. [I did believe this was fate. I mean, my favorite singer. On my birthday. In my town. Seriously.]
After a special “Birthday Margarita” made by the bartender, which was, in fact, one of the best I think I’ve ever had, the whole group of us had tried to sit down to eat..but the wait had been too long and I had to go see SK, so I ended up not eating and, instead, passing an hour enraptured by the soulful melodies of the man.
Clearly I was not upset by this, but I was now looking forward to actually eating at the restaurant, especially since I would be doing so with such fun company. [Granted, at about 3:30, after having a harrowing day/afternoon and having to lecture my kids at least three times about behavior and it not being the last week of school yet….all I wanted was to go home, watch Parenthood on DVR, and go to bed….but I knew I’d be happier if I spent some time with friends.]
Margaritas were ordered….but not for me. (It WAS a school night after all…I can’t be THAT foolish…)
Elizabeth ordered a plate of “Red, Hot, and Blue” Nachos for us to share.
Katie’s meal was Southwestern Enchiladas…