We had a nice dinner with our good friends Todd and Karen Nelson.

We haven't seen these two in many months, although we love them tremendously. Karen was at the 20-year reunion, but Todd was out gigging, so he missed out.

We decided to go to Joe's Garage. I had forgotten there was a nearbty circus, so parking seemed like it might be troublesome, but it worked out as there were spots in the pay lot right next door.

Joe's seated us right inside the front door, which at first was uncomfortable as the evening temperature set in, but after they shut the doors, it warmed up enough.

For the third time in a row, the item I'd ordered wasn't available. Am I psychic or what? The substitute I chose, the Jumbilia, was tasty, as always. I think everyone else enjoyed their grub. Conversation was pleasant and light. We watched a little NASCAR racing on the tubes over our heads.

I won't divulge the conversation, mostly 'cause I'm bad at recapping conversation, but also because that's our stuff. Good fun, let's leave it at that.