"Plates of meat to dream about."

Last night, Sarah and Bob came up to go to the Gene Simmons book signing. Bob's picture is prominently featured on the front endpaper, and they thought it would be worth the ordeal. We went to dinner at Mr. Cecil's, one of my favorite joints up here. Maybe because I discovered it completely on my own and have been pleased every time I've gone there. I told the owner that I bring everyone here, and that I have bought the T-shirt and the bottled barbecue sauce. And he gave us a free slice of chocolate mousse cake. Fair all around.