A girls night out

Got together with some girlfriends for dinner and The Producers last night. The evening started with a dinner that had great conversation and visiting, but only time for about 1 bite of our entrees because it took them awhile to get it to us, "no talking ladies, eat." A wonderful memory took place - as I reached for bread (because I was starving) I knocked over the salt & pepper shaker which fell onto Julies wine glass that then fell over spilling the wine and breaking at the stem. My dinner is still in the fridge - we joked about taking it into the show with us and if we do this again we might hit McDonalds instead. Once we had our to go boxes we put Cathie, our Katrina Refugee, at the wheel because she opted for coffee and the rest of us had wine in the blood that was taking effect because we had no food to absorb the alcohol and we properly told her we were a bit late and "in Alaska, yellow lights mean hurry up and get through". The Producers stood up to its reputation - even without Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick running the show. One of these days I do plan on getting to New York and seeing these Broadway productions the right way. After the show we headed to Sullivans for dessert and Holly narrowly missed being splashed by a puddle that went spraying about 5 feet into the sidewalk by a passing car. She would have been drenched. My brownie (meant for 2 - and I think they meant thighs) was delicious and I ate every bite of it. Now I need to hit a treadmill and then go home for a filet mignon lunch.