where it all began

Today we took Juliet to the place where it all started. 10 years ago Brian and I were both working at Pyramid Alehouse. I was a hostess and B a waiter. One night we were at a bbq together and B asked if I would like to go on a little golfing date. The following day B came down to work and got our manager, Teresa, (who was still working today by the way) to let me go early so we could hit up the West Seattle Golf Course...and the rest is history.

While waiting for our lunch it was quite nostalgic and B told me the sweetest story. At his last visit to Pyramid he was chatting with an old work friend. He told this friend, "No matter what choices I've made in my life, good or bad, if I had it all to do over again, I would make all the same choices just to ensure I would get back to where I am now." And I feel exactly the same way. Pyramid will always be dear to my heart, and I will forever enjoy visiting and eating their sub par food.

(P.S. The nursing mother did not in fact enjoy this heavily sedated snowcap for lunch. It was only a prop.)