Chez LePew

Last night Eric and I went to dinner with Sarah and Rob (and without Emerson and Scout). It was very exciting to get out for dinner and have some adult conversation.

I won't tell you where we went because I will tell you that I am pretty sure someone tipped a port-a-potty over somewhere inside the restaurant. And didn't clean it up.

When we first walked in, we thought maybe it was just a very potent lingering fart, mixed with bad perfume. But it didn't dissipate. We sniffed around the waiting area looking for fresh air but there was none to be found. And it was there at our table when we were seated. Just floating in the air, harassing our nostrils. And this is a nice restaurant! If you were to picture us at an elegantly set wooden table inside of a port-a-potty (one of the larger handicapped ones, perhaps), this is the equivalent of the sensory experience of the evening, just without the flies.

We had a nice meal and a lot of fun, stench notwithstanding.