go slow...

Left the office early, after a full day of meetings, intending to meet Sylvi, Fredrik and Trine for dinner at Django, a great slow-cooking BYOB just off of South Street. As soon as I got on Kelly Drive, I realized that I had left my cell phone back at the hotel and didn't know exactly where the restaurant was located. "No problem," I thought, "I'm going to meet up with Sylvi & Fredrik at their house anyway, then drive down together." So, satisfied by this, I parked along the Drive, and watched the rowers glide down the Schukykill River as the sun set on the snowy banks.



I then drove to their place, but saw the morning paper still on their stoop and figured that they hadn't arrived yet, so I walked down teh street to grab a chai latte from the little coffee shop down the street. When I walked back to their place and saw the newspaper still there, I realized that they were probably running late and had most likely gone straight to the restaurant instead. So, I hopped into the car, tried to navigate into Center City, trying to find a restaurant that I didn't know the address to.



I'll skip over the rest of the story, but an hour later, I finally arrived at the restaurant, happy to see my friends and even more thrilled to enjoy a scrumptious slow-cooked meal on a cold wintery day.