My goodness, job hunting has changed in the last twenty years.
I feel like a dinosaur.
Specifically a stegosaurus.
No worries at all. Just give us DC restaurants and we will forgive all.And so with their children dispersed to different camps, my friend and her husband are in Washington with entirely too many recommendations for the number of days they have there. Today came a one word text with uncharacteristically effusive punctuation.
Ask to see the Fiesta Room! We had our rehearsal dinner there!
Is it upstairs?Yes!
They told us it's closed. Perhaps I'll get lost.
Yes. Gotta go. M was checking email. He's done now. Hugs, friend.
Fiesta!!!!My friend indeed. Amiga del alma even.