I'm smiling. I'm happy. I'm feeling good. No, not a dog visit. Those are on Friday. What could cause this strange turn of events?
The top guy ( head honcho) of my social services agency took me to lunch. My wonderful social worker came along too.
I was excited. And the location was a surprise. I wore a stunning new outfit his organization paid for. I wore shoes I hadn't worn in maybe 15 years. They fit and I could walk. I was late because I had to make serious bling decisions.
When I saw where the taxi was headed, I guessed at where we were going. He said no. He lied. Hey, I'm a Noo Yawker. I know what's where. Over a year ago I mentioned that one of my favorite restaurants is Joe Allen's, a place in Hell's Kitchen (the theater district). And I mentioned in the cab that my two favorite meals there were the La Scala salad and the meatloaf (best I ever ate).
They were both still on the menu! I had the salad. From the menu:
LA SCALA SALAD
iceberg lettuce, chickpeas, red pepper, diced salami and provolone
With Italian dressing. Divine. Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies with vanilla ice cream.
We had a wonderful time. WONDERFUL, I tell ya. And I later learned that I'm the only client that ever got such treatment. Even more thrilled and honored.
I have a doggie bag. Hey, dawgs. No way. This is for me.