Can’t get enough of moments like this; Friday evenings. Work is finished, the weekend has begun. Going out with your friends to the HR for some drinks. 16 Ounce triple platinum Margueritas on the rocks, not frozen, and more diet Coke than they can haul. French fries without seasoning, and Caesar salad without the olives. We all have our peculiarities. And we laugh. And bitch. And share. And talk. And plan. About that road trip we’re going to take one day in the US in a camper. But we’ve got to be fast, or else one of them is going to need a walker. But not too fast, because the other won’t be able to cross the border. Who knows, one day it will materialize.
And then, we leave happy, ready for the weekend, and walk onto the Beirut Corniche, and look out over the Mediterranean Sea. The weather in the evening is mild right now. Not too hot, not too cold. The best season of the year; fall.