Two comments!

Tonight I was standing at the host stand around 6:30 between turns looking at reservations for the week. Suddenly I hear someone talking about Jets and I’m excited because I’m sure they’re discussing the new West Side Story. Alas, they were talking sports balls. Boo.

Tonight a regular’s mother came in with his father. They are very sweet. An odd couple. She is very pretty, in her late 60’s, chatty, outgoing, fun to chat with. The husband is a sour puss. Barely grunts when he comes in.

She stops at the host stand to chat when she’s in. She often jokes about how grumpy he is. Both she and her son are happy because he doesn’t drink so he’s always their DD.

Anyway.

We are chatting about holiday plans. She’s off to Chicago. Then Puerto Vallarta. Then back to Chicago. We are closed for 16 days over the holidays so I’m sleeping late, then Adam and I are going to NYC then sleeping late some more. We are sharing excitement about our trips.

She says in the spring she’s going to Venice for a wedding. She’s excited because the son of her friend is getting married. The son’s fiancé is from a wealthy family and the fiancé’s father just gave her 2 MORE million dollars for the wedding. That was not a typo. 2. Million. More. Dollars. Seriously.

That is all.