We ate at La Carta de Oaxaca tonight with our British Friends, Anne and Kevin and Mom and Dad. Kevin and I had the black mole, which was very savory and not too sweet. The pork is the way to go, I think, extreemly tender. Oh, and the margaritas went down very easily. Afterwards we strolled through Ballard and got a cupcake at Veritas, which was a first time experience for me. Kei and I had a coconut cupcake, which was very sweet. Not as good as Mighty O Donuts in my opinion, for our sweet intake dosage. My decaf espresso was undrinkable, compared to our favorite spot which serves the best espresso in Seattle. But, I should be taken to task for drinking decaf, anyway. Hey, it was 6:30pm, folks!

I ran into an old coworker, Oscar Bartos, when I was busy coordinating a desparate run to the airport for my jet-set parents. It is funny how you bump into people from the past in totally inconvenient times. Like when I was toting back a tray full of food from the snack car and ran into Paul Dickow. We stopped and talked for five minutes, but it was obvious after the exchange of numbers we were going our own separate ways.