That's So High School

When someone says, "that's so high school" it isn't normally meant as a compliment. Tonight though, it was "so high school" and it was so much fun. I met up with two HS pals for dinner in SF at Chez Papa Resto on Mint Street. We nibbled our way through appetizers, muscles & frites, then a roasted beet salad, then a shared entree of duck confit. Y-U-M-M-Y!

But the food wasn't the best part. I think it started when our waiter, we'll call him Frenchie, came over and asked us for our drink orders. As he walked away we all cooed as if, yes, we were in high school. Perhaps one might consider this pathetic from a trio of middle-aged women, but we giggled as if we were sitting on the benches watching the jocks play hackey sack.

I reminisced with my pals about one of my favorite High School moments, sitting in Laura's bedroom, as the three of us listened to Boz Scaggs' album, "Silk Degrees". It was simply a moment that will be indelibly printed in my memory banks--the music, my girlfriends, Laura and Joanna, and Boz, singing to us. If you could consider it such, I would probably say it was romantic.

So we ate, and talked, and cooed, and talked, and drank and talked and some time, nearly three hours later, we pried ourselves from our seats, leaving Frenchie a very hefty tip, and walked out to view fire jugglers in Mint Plaza. The air was warm and people were milling about as if were were at a TG (tail gater). We hugged and giggled and hugged again, promising that we'd get together again soon. I do truly hope it will be soon, but it took us nearly a decade to get together, so perhaps soon is a geological term--but I sincerely hope not.