A Goodbye Steak
No, I'm not leaving you. Sorry to get your hopes up. The good-bye is for a colleague, G, who is leaving us for a new job. He's been around for 5 years and, I must say, is one of the easiest librarians I've ever worked with. Very professional. Kind. Patient. Dedicated. We all really hate to see him go. :-( So to wish him well, we took him out to supper (or dinner, as the yankee's in the group call it). We had a group of about twelve. Four of my co-workers brought their spouses. I didn't bring mine, though. D'oh! That's right! I don't have one! A fact that worked in my favor last night. You see, the restaurant G chose is kind of a pricier one. I've only been there about three times prior as a result but the food is stellar. I'm actually happy he chose it. As soon as it was announced where we were going, I already knew I'd be getting the steak. Their steak is the BEST I've ever wrapped my lips around, no offense to Daddy who grills a ...