Baleen and I sampled some of the North Shore's best on Tuesday night. We shared the Riverview with the St Johns hockey team, college kids back on break, and three generations at a single table, the youngest usually crawling over the grandparents or dancing around the pies and drinks pushed to the table's edge.
We liked it, though not quite as much as those fervent Yelp reviews or that single review which came from inside our own house. It seems like what they were really describing was nostalgia, some memory of a first date, a championship celebration, or the way an old couch feels down in the basement where you could disappear from your parents for a few hours.
The pizza was fine, and I'll tell people it was good if they ask, but what I'll remember is pulling out the calendar on the iPhone and sketching out visitation rights for Baxter's first few months, all in the town that Baleen and I got married in just sixteen months before.
We liked it, though not quite as much as those fervent Yelp reviews or that single review which came from inside our own house. It seems like what they were really describing was nostalgia, some memory of a first date, a championship celebration, or the way an old couch feels down in the basement where you could disappear from your parents for a few hours.
The pizza was fine, and I'll tell people it was good if they ask, but what I'll remember is pulling out the calendar on the iPhone and sketching out visitation rights for Baxter's first few months, all in the town that Baleen and I got married in just sixteen months before.
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Elizabeth and I have already booked memorial day. Baleen confirmed while I was in San Francisco.
True as true can be. Baxter wants a three day weekend with aunt and uncle.
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