the friday routine

Every Friday night we go to Mass then out to eat pizza at the same place. The waitress knows us and knows our order because we always order the same thing. Paul started this long before I arrived so it's been going on for quite a while. This time we had Kate with us for church but not Jeffrey. Jeff was playing soccer with some of his international friends from the college he is attending this summer. Six years on the soccer team at school and a year refereeing on Saturdays kept him from being a stupid american who only knew basketball, baseball, and football. He did join us for pizza after his soccer game but then had to leave for another dinner with another of his school friends. As we were eating outside under the canopy, we heard American-speak. There was a family from Pennsylvania sitting at the table behind us. They were living in France for the summer while the wife was on a teaching assignment in Geneva. It was nice to chat with them for a while. After dinner, Paul, Kate, and I then went down to the river and had a few drinks at a place on the water. It was very crowded and lively and nice place to just sit and visit.