Marisa and I were on the road to our twice-weekly yoga class. We had both had irritating days and were venting it out. The traffic was insane and we were stressed and realizing that we were going to be pretty late. So we agreed - screw it, let's get a drink.
And we spent 3 hours at Romano's, eating garlic bread and salads and downing beers and watching the Giants / Redskins game.
Namaste indeed.
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