Grown Ups, Too

I'm trying to become better about blogging again.  Tonight, this effort coincides with being in Boston and being able to catch up with just a few of the friends that I mean to see here.  More specifically, I had dinner with Dwighters.

The thing I love about Dwighters is that on the one hand, we're technically both Harvard graduates (ha), who have lived in Boston (and now Baltimore, for me) for years, who read books, and to an extent, have an affinity for culture.  On the other hand, all of it still feels like we're playacting.  Perhaps having jobs that technically pay but not a lot has something to do with this.  We react to the thought of me buying carafes or him infusing liqueurs in mason jars with laughter.  How bougie.  And sure, we went to a nice, new Italian restaurant, but we also rolled our eyes when the waitress tried to sell us on pickled radish seeds (seriously?  not just seeds, but pickled seeds?).  And one of us may not have known that the breadsticks were not for display.  My point is, even as we are all trying to act grown up, it's fun to make fun of each other for trying.  And for the world's failure to recognize our efforts.  Like when the waitress placed us at the farthest corner of the restaurant possible, with at least four empty tables between us and all the real patrons.  It's always nice to have low friends in high places.