Chapter 218

• Friday lunch to close out the work week had become a thing for our foursome. We rotated, each week one person picking the venue, and we would meet once Kat and Rita got off work, usually about 12:30. It was the perfect way to kick off the weekend, and this week was no different. It was also my turn to pick the restaurant.
• My favorite trendy bistro had become a little drab, in part because the general manager had split off to open his own place. It was a strikingly similar restaurant but was desperate to attract its competitor's crowd. Walking in with three beautiful women, two of whom were on a billboard less than a mile away, made it no surprise that our table was in the center of the room.
• The Champagne list was spectacular, priced to move. The food, for the most part, was awful. But they had killer fries. So for three hours, we kept ordering more fries as we blew through bottles of Champagne. The afternoon rolled by more easily because the girls rotated through the bathroom every thirty minutes doing lines of coke.