Have you ever had one of “those days” where you didn’t want to be around anyone, or do anything and then randomly you found yourself out with friends having a fabulous time?  That was tonight.  One of those completely spontaneous times, when on a lark you replied “yes” to the text of a friend asking to meet you someplace.

It so happened that this place is probably my most favorite restaurant in Denver, Potager.  It makes it very difficult to turn down, even when you had already, technically had dinner a few hours before.  There are few things on this earth greater than good friends enjoying good food and drink.  Everything, as usual, was delicious.  We passed entrees around the table so that everyone could grab a taste.  It also doesn’t hurt when your server and bartender are great acquaintances, and you feel a sense of “family” when dining.

The food was divine, and the company was delightful, and on my walk home in the late October night I found myself-slightly still intoxicated-and listening to the random sounds of the night.  All of the sudden, it was as if someone was pouring corn flakes into a bowl for morning cereal, and I realized that it was the sound of a late fall rain hitting lawn-fulls of dried, fallen leaves, and then the smell of wet pavement hit my nose.  All in all, it was a great end to a spontaneously, perfect evening.