A traumatic night
...and this capped it off. Memories, well wishes, reminiscences welcome here. We were just at O'Rourke's two weeks ago with Ian and Arta, having memorable omelettes. I went there and cried in a booth on the day my sweet guinea pig died; I ate there on the morning of my 30th birthday; I can almost smell the steamed cheeseburgers cooking every time I pass the Middletown exit on I-91. Godspeed, Brian. Flickr photos here.
posted by Mrs. Delicious @ 10:02 PM
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