I'm sitting out on our porch in Bay Head, New Jersey, finishing up the weekend-long celebration of our tenth wedding anniversary, and reflecting on our perfect Friday evening at the Bernards Inn in Bernardsville, New Jersey.London and Maddie were giggling about our plans all day, excitedly insisting that I must wear my "poufy black dress" with the feathers at the bottom. All three girls wore fancy black dresses, and we headed out for our 7pm reservation, arriving at about 7:15pm. We started the evening with a minor disappointment...Rex had asked for a table for four near the piano, overlooking the bar, but we could see that someone else's wine had already been set up there. Later, after the other party arrived and the silver-haired ladies covered their ears and abandoned "our" table in favor of a quieter spot in the back, the Maître d' came over and asked if we'd like to move, explaining that the gentleman reserves that table every Friday night, but that his guests wanted to sit elsewhere. At that point, the girls were settled into their coloring (brand new abstract art coloring books that Rex and I picked up at the Jewish Museum in New York City earlier in the week), so we stayed where we were.
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