How We Began the Journey

Wendy and I are almost a generation apart.  In fact, I'm old enough to be her mother, but I consider her a friend.  We have a lot of things in common:

• We are opinionated and not afraid to say what we think.
• We graduated from the same high school (a big deal in St. Louis).
• We still live in the neighborhoods we grew up in (she lives just a few doors from her parents and my husband and I moved into my mom's house after she died).
• We have strong moral values, but are both liberal thinkers.
• We are willing to have an adventure when we are dining.
• We are parents of only children (I have a 30 year old daughter and she has an 11 year old son.
• We both are bright, but neither of us finished college.

We are different in a lot of ways, too, which make or Tuesdays even more interesting.

• I am happily (most days) married, she is divorced.
• My parents are both deceased, hers are both living.
• I have one brother, she has two.
• Her parents have a place at THE lake (Lake of the Ozarks) that she frequents and I own property that we refer to as THE farm (that I don't get to often enough).
• I have grandchildren.
• She works nights, I work days.
• She does manual labor and I sit at a desk.
• She hates mushrooms and I love them!
• She is an organizer and I live among my clutter.

The lists could go on and on.  I think it may be enough to say that we are friends.

Several months ago, we decided to go to dinner so that I could tell her my opinions and she could listen!!!  After that first adventure, we decided to do it once a week if possible (sometimes, life gets in the way).

I am going to write after each dining experience, but until next week when I can write on Tuesday nights after dinner or on Wednesday, I'm going to start backwards (because I'll need Wendy to remind me where we've been).

I hope that you'll follow our journey, maybe you'll try some of our choices, and hopefully we'll make you laugh a little along the way!