A Perfect Outing

Tonight Michelle & I went out for dinner. It was a near perfect outing.

One result of significant weight loss is I am always cold. This is new for me. I've always been shorts and short sleeve guy. Everyone is bundled up from the cold, and I stroll by in Birkenstock's and Bermuda shorts like I'm looking for the beach. No more, I'm the cold one. Always.

I have to assume by the fact that I was the only one in Anthony's with blue lips and shivering uncontrollably; I was the only one who was cold. Before the bread basket arrived, Michelle jokingly offered her scarf. In a nano-second I accepted and had the frilly accessory wrapped several times around my neck. Michelle thought I looked ridiculous. The waitress, no doubt concerned about her tip, offered to turn the heat up. And I didn't care; willing to trade an awkward social appearance for a little warmth.

On the up side, Michelle and I split a salmon dinner, two cups of chowder and had a wonderful time together.  

On second thought, it was a perfect outing.