So many desserts, so little time.
And the evening was surprisingly cool and breezy, which made our al fresco table (the inside ones were all taken) quite pleasant.
It was also fun to people watch, with some folk dressed to party on a Friday night. We both tittered at one particular lady who had a very tight dress on, to show off her rather ample curves. She kept standing with her chest out, her back in a permanent arch. Her face reminded me of a Pablo Francisco joke I heard in the morning, from a video of his standup routine, the one about spaghetti and shit. The man is a comic genius.
We ordered as light a main meal as we could so we would have room for dessert. Too bad they ran out of the banana pizza.
