Vroom

Last night we drove to dinner! In a car! I wore my open-toed four-inch spike heels, the shoes I can never wear on the bike. You can’t really wear those shoes in the rain either, but to hell with the weather.

We had Persian food at Lavash, a first for me. I made the waiter describe all the stews until he got to the chicken stew with crushed walnuts and pomegranate seeds. “It has been called the Stew of Kings,” he said, “and — ”

“Stop right there,” I said, “the Stew of Kings will be good enough for me.” And it was, too.

I wonder when the novelty of having a car will wear off. Probably after the first month of parking problems.

Meanwhile, maybe I’ll drive to Safeway today!