On the car ride south, Bev and I
While sitting outside Cheers, we regretted not requesting Frank to wear something that might make him stand out in a crowd, such as a kilt or a bowler hat... but hell, this is Boston, that stuff is common-place. Bev insisted she spotted him, but I disagreed since somewhere in my mind I believed he would be wearing this outfit;
and of course, driving this;
Of course, Bev was correct and Frank surprised us with
dead dandelions flowers.
And in case you were wondering, yes it was bright and sunny in Boston on Friday.
We made our way to dinner where Bev and I enjoyed a bottle on Pinot Gris, while Frank gingerly sipped un-sweetened ice tea.
At which point, Bev and I were maybe a smidge worried.
But then we found Frank's weakness; Bacon and Blue Cheese Martinis.