When KC suggested 18 holes of early-morning golf on Saturday, I thought it sounded like a fantastic idea. But I soon remembered why I usually stick to 9. I hate golf. No, I love it . . when I'm playing well, which isn't nearly enough to keep me happy for four hours. Miss Positivity was in a bad mood. I would love to take another lesson to hopefully get me back to the level at which I used to play, because, despite the occasional well-played hole, Saturday was pretty painful.
That evening I was able to celebrate by having dinner with ten of my wonderful friends at Indigo Landing, the same restaurant at which I celebrated two years ago. I had hoped to sit out on the deck looking out to the river, but after spending many hours in the sun that day, the A/C was fine by me. And the view could still be seen from inside. I ordered the delicious crab cakes with sweet corn on the side and a glass of Pinot Grigio. As you can see, they brought me not one, but two cakes for dessert . . and I finished both, of course.
I had my heart set on salsa dancing after dinner, and that's exactly what I did on the tiny 2nd floor of . . .
Here I am with my Latin lover Miguel with whom I danced for nearly an hour straight.
When I was dripping with sweat and could merengue no more, I suggested we check out another location . . preferably somewhere cooler!
By the end of the night, we'd worked up quite an appetite again but couldn't decide which sounded better: jumbo slice pizza or empanadas. You know where this is going . .
It was a fun night!