An evening unrolls like it’s supposed to, sometimes. But the way it’s supposed to unroll can be a complete surprise. Like last Friday night.
I met friends at La Bodega, a tapas restaurant and home of the best pitcher of sangria outside of Spain. We ended our small plate orgy with an espresso, but the night continued.
We walked to PT’s Coffee, a recent KC transplant from Topeka three blocks east on Southwest Boulevard.
On the way back to our cars, we found a car show in our path. And standing in front of us was one of the cutest dogs I’d encountered in hours: French Fry, an 8-month-old Boston Terrier, with his owner Malcolm (with baseball cap, on left) and Malcolm’s friend Professor.
I’m always amazed and grateful for those small moments where you have the fortune to meet a new person or come across a gathering or see the moon in the sky at such an angle that you’ll never come upon again. The random adventure and ephemeral beauty of everyday life, especially when shared with good friends.