Lunch Outside the Office

You never know who you might see.

Today at the Friar's Club:



Yes, Tessio was there! Nattily dressed in a pair of gray slacks with a lavender cashmere cableknit sweater, if I may say so. (If I have to explain who Tessio is, we can't be friends anymore)

Also putting in an appearance as we were finishing up coffee:



So as Paul Sor-fucking-vino passes our table he looks at us and says, "The ladies who lunch!" We all got a little starstruck, honestly. The guy has charisma. Plus, he's what you'd call "my type." Sorta big and rough around the edges. Still pretty hot, if you ask me.

So between Tessio and Big Paul Cicero, plus another silver-fox, chiclet-toothed guy in a pinstripe suit being greeted as he came into the Club, "Hey, it's Peter DeCarlo!", it felt like a retirement party for phony wiseguys.

It was fun.