still recuperating

Lovely dinner last night with former co-worker C at the Gainesbourg. C loves to cook and eat, so she was really into it and had never been there before. Go me! Yes, C's queer, yes, she's cute, but also yes, she's eighteen years younger than I am and monogamously married. I banished all impure thoughts from my head.

I stopped by Marmalade on the way home, partly to check out one of their more exotic gelato flavors* and find out more about the place. It seems to be a family business, complete with a teenage daughter behind the counter. The older dude who I think was the main builder said that one reason it took so long for them to finish was that a business partner backed out, prompting a revision of their business plan. I sense, especially from the older dude, perfectionism and a passion for experimentation. We'll see if that translates into a successful business. They were definitely getting foot traffic in the door, even after dark in November.

By that time my hip joint was complaining, so I bailed on my plans for the rest of the evening. Le sigh.



*Fig & mascarpone. Nice flavor, but the mascarpone freezes with an odd texture.