|Ambrosia Greek Restaurant Fort Lauderdale|
Seventeen years ago on a Sunday afternoon I made small talk with another man in a bar. Yesterday we went out to dinner to commemorate that occasion. Mark had the Greek platter, I had the lamb souvlaki, we both shared a bottle of Greek wine. I really can't believe it's been seventeen years. Honestly, I never expected it to last more than a couple of years, but here we are. It is possible that I am experiencing a form of midlife crisis though I am not midlife. More like early end stage. I want to leave this place, I am tired of Florida, and I fully intend to be living back in the city of Chicago by this time next year. One problem, Mark. I have to convince Mark that moving from year round snow free living is a good idea. I already have him half convinced. His doctor isn't helping. She told him that the weather would kill him. I think that's just a little bit crazy. If the heat, humidity, and hurricanes don't kill him a little chill in the air with a few snowflakes won't do any harm. Besides, I've promised to install a top of the line environmental system in the new house we buy, with humidity control and a hepa air filter. I've also pointed out that Chicago has better health care. Doctors up there aren't sitting in their office thinking, I'd sure rather be out on my million dollar yacht with my mistress and a glass of vodka. Chicago doctors only think of that for a couple of months in the summer. And then there is the culture. Museums, theater, parks, music, and sports. Okay, the sports is for me, but we could go to the theater and see a different play every weekend. Anyway, I'll just keep trying to woo him to my way of thinking. I have big plans for our August trip to Chicago this year. I'm going to try to make it so much fun that Mark will agree, we should move to Chicago. One more tactic I could use, but don't want to, Mark wants a new car. He hates the PT Cruiser that I told him was the last car I would ever buy. I could be persuaded.
|Greek Town Chicago|