Prospero Ano (and RIP Boney M)

"New Year's Eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another 12 months may be noted ... and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights."

~Hamilton Wright Mabie

Animis opibusque parati.

Damsels in Distress

To the dear woman seated behind us who called 911 while we were enjoying ... scratch that ... while we were bitterly complaining about both our incomprehensibly crappy service and equally disappointing meal at Montana's the other night *insert image of Lux and Wendy on bent knees with hands clasped in gratitude* THANK YOU!

While your actual level of 'distress' may not have merited an emergency level response, the parade of firefighters, police and EMT's that arrived ... well, let's just say I had to execute some heroic measures myself to keep Wendy from deliberately choking herself with a cold, limp french fry in order to procure a little 'rescue' of her own! (Desperate times sometimes call for desperate measures, she tells me! ;-p)

Now, to the young woman in the pseudo-bridesmaid/prom/NYE dress at the table across from us. Where to begin? Let's just say that if you're approached by TLC's "What Not to Wear" in the very near future ... well, that's a 'rescue' you'll thank us for one day - trust me.

Particeps criminis.