'que!

Just returned from a lovely dinner at Dinosuar Barbeque--ribs, ribs, ribs! Why is it that I can't eat ham, but I love bacon and ribs? I think it must be remnants of Jewish guilt. I can't eat anything that LOOKs like ham--in other words, that is pink.

Had a really nice time with my friends Gregg and Sheri who are new parents to a 3-month old boy. There's nothing like going out with new parents, I'm discovering. They are so happy for adult company and for being out and away from the kid that you don't have to work very hard to be entertaining--they're just psyched that you're there in the first place.

Buena notte!
Paola