Mark and I went to dinner at Palomino's downtown for a pre-Valentine's Day dinner. The food was delicious but our server was decidedly awkward. The first time he came to our table, he said, "Hi you two, what can I do for you? Hang on, I have an emergency." And then he left, but only to tend to the table behind us and clear their dishes. A couple of minutes later he returned and said, "Emergency over. What can I do for you?" Weird.
After dinner, we raced down the escalators - Mark on the escalator going up and me on the escalator going down. I'm not sure how Mark won going down the wrong escalator, but I choose to blame it on my heels!
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