As I waited at the stoplight at Bellevue and Memorial on my way home from work today, I heard someone call my name. I looked over and, oddly enough, it was the guy from last night (the one who wouldn’t stop talking) in the car in the next lane over. I know Newport’s a small town, but what are the odds? Which is pretty much what we talked about for the 30 seconds before the light changed, through our open windows.
When I got back to the inn, I changed clothes and came downstairs to head out for dinner. I’d planned to wander a little and then eat a light dinner and come back early so I could get a normal night’s sleep. (Last night was not normal, and not long enough.) I ducked into the parlor to grab a cookie (they set out tea and they have the BEST cookies), and I met two women who had just checked in. We chatted a little, then a little more, and before I knew it, it had been an hour. I decided not to keep them any longer, since I knew they wanted to head out for dinner, and they invited me along, so we continued chatting for the next three hours. They’re staying in one of the other houses here, so I’ll probably see them again. Hope I do. I liked them. 🙂
(We had dinner at Puerini’s, and I had garlic sauteed with garlic, shallots, garlic, butter, garlic, herbs, and garlic in a white wine sauce. With clams. And garlic. That’s how it feels (and tastes) now, anyway. But it was good.)