Each year, on the weekend of President's day, there is a local writing conference. I'm trying to really get back into writing (fiction and poetry and stuff, not just my blog) so I attended this year to kick-start the creative juices.
Unfortunately, when the conference started on Thursday, I was working late trying to resolve a few last minute issues. I finally left work and rushed straight to the conference to attend a lecture that I was really interested in, thus missing the opportunity to go home and actually eat.
After the lecture, and while waiting for another one, I stopped in at a nearby restaurant to grab something to eat. I skimmed the menu and made my decision within seconds. If you've ever been to a restaurant with me, you know that this is incredibly unusual. The waitress returned, took my order, looked at me really funny when I said I was sure all I wanted was an appetizer, and left to get my food.
I didn't have to wait long for my whole evening to be made worth while (even the working late part). On the plate before me was a sliced baguette, two different cheeses, two different meats, a small jar of home-made honey mustard and a bowl of kalamata olives. I couldn't have asked for more.
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