<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Jaclyn excuses herself for the night, me nodding,<strong>“Bon nuit!”</strong><br/><br/>I finish the dessert, thinking I wish I had a second piece.<em>Egad!</em>That is not my wish!  Now what?  I can’t wish I had another wish and it’s probably bad form to wish for a thousand wishes.  I close my eyes and make a secret wish.  I suppose we shall see.<br/><br/>It’s nearly the spot’s end of service for the evening.<strong>“Hey chaps, find a bottle of after-dinner drink, something enjoyable, and pull up a seat.  Finish the evening with that, then we can put the chairs up, I’ll help—then it’s night’s end.”</strong>This gets a few quizzical looks.<strong>“C’mon.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  I know how to stack chairs—it’s on my resume.”</strong><br/><br/>Soon, a bottle appears and smiles abound.  A good evening’s end.