Dinner with friends

This last weekend I was in Columbus, Ohio having the chance to in a small way help out with the national Catholic Youth Conference.  It was really an amazing time on many levels. There were around 20,000 young people that attended...and goodness did they have energy.  I spent half of my time laughing (which was the tonic I was ill for) and spent the other half wrapping my head around some really nerve wracking moments.  I probably had such an experience there that I could find six or seven different things to blog about.  I have decided to dedicate this one to something we all take for granted:

DINNER.

Like a member of a backwoods militia loves to arm themselves for the armagedon I love to experience a meal with friends.  Thats right I am one of those chumps who thinks that a meal should be "experienced" rather than "enhaled".  This weekend in Ohi-yo I had the wonderful chance to not just have one meal experience..but two!

On friday night myself and three of my chums ate at an incredible itlian restuarant that we in all honesty stumbled across.  It was called Buca Di Peppo....and it was full of yum.



I am sure some of you have been to this place..but alas I am from the great state of Wyoming.  While we have certain things that make living here a windy Eden, the one thing we lack is diverse eaterys.  And Johnny Tango loves eaterys!! When we entered Buca's I was laden with a little stress over somethigs that we had to get ready for the conference the next day.  Instantly I was put at ease as my nose could pick up the scent of basil and a wide assortment of white wines.  When you walk into the place they escort you to your seat through the kitchen..when I noticed they actually had dinning tables right there!!! Cool is what that is...no..it is better...it is super cool.  That is even cooler than Hassehoff smoking in the seventh grade!!!  Once we arrived at the table all stresses melted away with a steady course of wine, cheeses, pastas, some lemon butter chicken thingy that made me rethink my solitary love for my wife.  Yes...I would have married that chicken.  It would have been a delicous yet forbidden love...  The meal past with serious laughs, a birthday seranade to one of my companions from a nearby table, and an after dinner spiked latte that sent me into Neverland. 

The next night we ate at a nearby steakhouse.  This again was an experience meal.  We had such a large group with us that we had to split into two tables.  I ended up at a booth that seated six..but we made seat eight.  The food and company was again fantastic.  That dinner will for me, be marked with meeting for the first person I will have known to have performed in a circus, Gene attempting to cure me of my fear of blueberries, and realizing half way through that this was going to be something I was certainly going to write about. 

Two nights in a row of laughter, rich foods, old stories, and wishing that time would move just a bit slower.  I understand why Jesus wanted a last supper with his friends and wine.  There is nothing better.....

 

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