Tonight I'm making a return to the scene of the crime. Jon is back in town, and he's invited everyone to dinner at C&O's Trattoria. I haven't been back there since my digital camera and Handspring were stolen out of my car by the valets, but I love the food there, and the valets aren't employed by C&O's (and how can I pass up the opportunity to see Jon on one of the rare occasions he's in town?). I'll avoid valet of course, if I can. If I have to valet, I'll make sure everything is locked in my trunk this time (although honestly, they already stole everything of value that I kept in my car).
Work has been really insane lately. One of our clients (who shall remain nameless) is just not very realistic, so we've been killing ourselves trying to make their absurd deadlines. I've been pulling a lot of late nights, but tonight I'm going to see my friends and am not gonna stay late just because one of our clients seems to think they can arbitrarily ask that we all forgo our lives on a whim.