<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong></div></div></div><br/>Jaclyn is slowing slipping into food deprived coma.<strong>“ Indeed!”</strong><br/><br/>Next, the manager arrives with one menu.  One menu!  He hands it to me.  Jehoshaphat!  How am I going to convince these lovelies that it’s a new club era when he hands one menu to me?!!<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you.  An order to follow shortly I’m sure.  I’ve decided on the club burger, duck fries.  And an appetizer plate.”</strong>He nods and steps a short, discreet distance away. I chuckle,<strong>“Must be an environmental effort to save the trees.  One menu.”</strong><br/><br/>I look at the menu.<strong>“Olivia, you said nothing if I recall.  Jaclyn, I might recommend the poke.  Nibble or more.  Light dining.  They serve it with some nice greens.  Not to worry about the appetizers!  <em>Hee-hee!</em>”</strong><br/><br/>I offer the menu.<strong>“I’m probably good for one more drink, but fair warning, I’ve got to make a few calls before my day is over.  And it is getting late!  I will have to leave you two to your own devices.  But that does not seem problematic.  I see the sparks.  That’s what happens in the best of associations.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>.  Oasis, Oasis.  All good!”</strong><br/>