{"id":271,"date":"2006-03-02T10:24:36","date_gmt":"2006-03-02T14:24:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/03\/02\/a-nice-night\/"},"modified":"2006-03-02T10:24:36","modified_gmt":"2006-03-02T14:24:36","slug":"a-nice-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/03\/02\/a-nice-night\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nice Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a4188'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>Despite the memories yesterday brought up, I ended up having a very good night. My office computer was being upgraded to Windows XP so I had no computer after noon. But that worked out well since I had a 3 PM appointment with my tax accountant to go over the&nbsp;four&nbsp;tax returns I have to file this year (mine, Regina&#8217;s, Regina&#8217;s estate and Regina&#8217;s trust).<\/P><br \/>\n<P>I then went to Flour &#8211; a bakery\/cafe in the South End &#8211; and had some green tea and a chocolate chip cookie. I sat there reading for about an hour before walking down the street to my friend, Heath&#8217;s place. We sat around in his living chatting for a few hours before getting hungry and discussing what to do for dinner.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>For the past year he had been raving to me about the onion rings at Kelly&#8217;s Roast Beef. I&#8217;m serious! So when he asked what I wanted to do for dinner, I proposed Kelly&#8217;s. He lit up like a kid in a candy store at the prospect of eating there. We&nbsp;put on our shoes and coats&nbsp;and the next thing you know we were on our way.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Eerily enough, and without planning this intentionally, I checked my watch at about 6:25 PM&nbsp;&#8211; just 2 minutes before the exact time that Regina died a year ago. Even more creepy was that, also unintentionally, Heath and I were in Chelsea at the time &#8211; which is where Regina was living when she died (although she passed away at a hospital in Cambridge). I was literally two streets away from her condo when 6:27 PM rolled around. Interesting &#8211; especially considering I&#8217;m NEVER in that city.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Anyway, we ended up at Kelly&#8217;s on Route One where I got the shrimp platter. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was big shrimp (versus popcorn shrimp). The onion rings were good, but I have to admit that I&#8217;d tasted better. I won&#8217;t tell Heath &#8211; he&nbsp;was simply too happy to have finally found somebody willing to go to&nbsp;Kelly&#8217;s with him.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>He dropped me off at my home and I popped on-line only to find Mike there (who is rarely on Yahoo&nbsp;Instant Messenger). We ended up chatting for a few hours. It&#8217;s funny. I blogged about this previously, but I do find that I (and others) seem to open up a bit more when chatting on-line versus on the phone or face-to-face.&nbsp; Needless to say, it was a great conversation: lots of fun.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>We&nbsp;talked about getting together tonight but he called me this morning to say he forgot about a&nbsp;board meeting&nbsp;he has tonight. He said I could come over after that (around 8PM) but that would interfere with my&nbsp;&#8220;stories&#8221; (Will and&nbsp;Grace, My Name is Earl, the Office).&nbsp;So, I&#8217;m now not sure what to do tonight. Either way,&nbsp;we&#8217;re still going to get together on Saturday&#8230;and then again on Sunday to join Sven and his boyfriend for dinner. Should be fun.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Despite the memories yesterday brought up, I ended up having a very good night. My office computer was being upgraded to Windows XP so I had no computer after noon. 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