no more dining out
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2009.02.08
Looks like we won't be going out much, anymore. The boy no longer behaves when we go to a restaurant. It was bad on Friday (the first night the three of us have gone out for dinner with friends in three months) and then on Sunday when we popped into a rather good unagi place in Fudomae while taking Kenny to the park.
So. We haven't been to a movie in over a year, and now eating out is off the list. All part of the package when raising an uninhibited and unstifled proto-human who we can't really foist on the world. And frankly, I wouldn't trade him.
(It helps to think that with the way the world's economy is going, there won't be much dining out for anybody, anyway.)