Last night I got dressed for dinner. I
donned a white shirt, black pants and my black patent leather shoes but at the
last moment I decided to change my shirt to a (Pendleton) Wallace tartan shirt
I have that is quite bright.
Gerrie arrived and she brought me a
gorgeous bouquet of flowers. We had a wonderful hour together and polished off
an entire bottle of champagne here at my place before heading off to
Bacchus—the only Relais & Chateaux restaurant in Vancouver. And… on a
Saturday night, so it was full.
The maître d’ took out coats and escorted
us to our table and as I was about to sit down there appeared a little boy from
a neighboring table who said: “I really like your plaid shirt!”
He made my day, that little boy and not
because of the compliment, but because this charming little guy spoke to me.
When I looked at the table from whence he had come, his parents were beaming. I
gave them the thumbs up sign and smiled and then I sat down to our fabulous
dinner and dessert (after more champagne).
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