I don't normally overeat. Tonight turned out to be an exception.
We decided that to celebrate my birthday we would go to
Peter Luger Steak House for dinner. We didn't have a reservation, but we thought we'd show up and see if we could get a table. When we got there, they told us that the wait for a table would be "hours," but it took us only 45 minutes. We spent that time chatting amiably at the bar with the bartender and a local restauranteur who had brought his family there on their day off.
The meal was outstanding, of course. We got the porterhouse for two, of course. Afterwards, we shared a hot fudge sundae, and I took the cherry stem and tied a knot in it with my tongue.
And now I am lying here in pain from having overeaten, and my wife is preparing for a TV appearance tomorrow and making egg nog for her office party. All in all, a reasonable birthday.
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