It’s been a long time since I was this sweaty. Betweeen the extra lap (that’s condo laps-I think ours is somewhere in the neighborhood of .4 miles in circumference) and the fantastic spring weather, I’m sweaty. I guess it’s just my sweat glands’ way of saying, “Welcome summer!”

Enough of that. Tonight is out to dinner night at one of our regular haunts, Parker’s Lighthouse in Long Beach. Wings. Mai Tais. MMMmmmm. Here’s hoping that Halibut is finally back on the menu.

We got a new table. Paul’s mom’s friend’s dad was an architect and had this strange little table–very Mod, very 60’s–upon which he would display architectural models. Its a metal hourglass base and a white, enamel oval tabletop. Very minimalist. A little low for a dinner table, so it will require the purchase of some low-slung cheap, reproduction Eames chairs to go with it. And if we could get someone to dress up as James Bond and come drink a martini while sitting in one of these chairs by the new table, I think we’ll be all set. Anybody have Connery’s number?

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