A History Lesson
Once upon a time, a girl took a misguided turn in life and moved to Denver. While it might not have been the wisest choice (for several reasons), it did set in motion a spiral of events that potentially changed history. It’s hard to say.
The girl and her boyfriend set off in search of lunch, and eventually settled upon a lovely little french restaurant just down the street. It’s a sunny day, they’re sitting oat the corner table on the patio, and the girl is filled with an unusual bout of optimism. Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw an old coworker of hers, delivering food across the room. Despite the insistence of their waitress, who insisted in a fake french accent that she had no idea what I was talking about, the girl walked through the restaurant and poked her head into the kitchen.
“um. Is… Isaiah here?”
Le Central, photo c/o megafaunic
I sometimes wonder how fate works. Had jon and I not happened in on Le Central when we did, had Isaiah not gotten a job there and insisted that I apply as well… would things have turned out the same way, regardless? Would Isaiah and I have been in each other’s weddings, years later? Would I have found a different French restaurant to inspire such a love of food and wine? What if I had found a great Thai restaurant? Would my world view be different? Would I rant and rave about the virtues of fish sauce and pad thai instead of goat cheese and pinot noir?
Or maybe life is just a sequence of coincidences. I did meet my Maid of Honour years earlier, as a waitress at the Outback. And I didn’t come away from that experience with a great love of steak or purple aprons.
So. Where is this going? I wanted to tell you about dinner, of course. And particularly why this dinner was the best valentine’s day present ever. But this post is crazy long, and I want you to actually read it, so I’ll break here. More tomorrow, kiddos.
