So, yesterday, I broke down and bought a new pair of Levis, and yes, I will never go past a certain waist size, and I am pretty close to needing the next size.  But found the button up version of Levis, and put on my new maroon cashmere sweater, being winter, sported my new black-striped cashmere scarf and went out to eat with my favorite lady.

            Sitting in a bar called Baker’s Street, trying to identify the English flag versus the United Kingdom and Irish one hanging on the walls, having a couple of perfect beers made by Guinness, their ale, Smithwicks, and watching the crowds come in—this Friday night frenzy was pure delight.

Then we went across the street to a new fresh fish market/restaurant. This is Colorado and to get fresh fish flown in each day is a treat, never frozen, right from the coasts of Florida and other parts of the world.

            I got to meet the owner who came up to our table and talked with us awhile—a passionate man, so nice, filled with stories of why he moved his family from the throngs of Miami, and how the people in Colorado are so cordial and friendly, and how they strolled into Boulder with his Hummer, his wife’s Escalade and her fur coat, found that maybe liberal Boulder wasn’t quite right place to land.

            He talked about living in a very well-to-do area of Boca Raton and how everyone seemed to have their priorities all mixed up, many of these parents would give their young daughters breast implants for their sixteen year old birthday.

            We laughed.  He gave me his card, cell number and email, as I told him I also owned my own company and have a ton of connections for him since he is fairly new here.

            Well the food was perfect, the dessert was from his grandmother’s rum cake recipe and we left filled with fun, awe, realizing, I was wearing all new clothes, the world was spinning perfectly, the stars were out and the heavens are aligned.

            I really do love new pants.  Treat yourself to something new…and celebrate this life.  What else do you really have to do?