we ate at a really swank pseudo-italian restaurant and
got the best service i've ever had. every time you got
out of your seat, they replaced your napkin with a new
one. above, maura and nick are in their own little worlds.
below, stewart, peter and i take a moment for paparazzi.
there was a contingent of deep dark red at the other
table, and some down home lovin' at ours.