Praying for the End of Time

Joe and I had a toast to Miss Elizabeth (stop swiping) today during a beautiful lunch in Boston, which we agreed, was not the same kind of outdoor lunch without her. We are both boycotting indoor lunches until she is able to join us in our cult of patio lunch. Whether you bring your own, are served rooftop (a la The Black Rhino or The Rattlesnake) or EVEN if you bring your own lunch outdoors to the park, we REFUSE to eat lunch indoors until Beth shows up. I am visualizing a trio or more if we can have some sort of "Big Love" agreement arranged, without the bad outfits, hair, and children.

Joe was more than happy to partake in a "Happy Birthday Beth" toast of Sapporo over sushi with me on a beautiful birthday day.

In fact, when I asked him about birthday wished for Beth, this is what he had to say:

"So now I'm praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don't think that I can really survive
I'll never break my promise or forget my vow
But God only knows what I can do right now
I'm praying for the end of time
It's all that I can do
Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!!!"