IT DOES NOT.
Anyway, we managed to get reservations at some quaint and cozy restaurant. He had the steak and I had the salmon. It was freezing outside but my heart was warm with happiness. Pure, unadulterated happiness.
I've been kind of down in the dumps recently about various things. But it's small and sweet memories of times like the ones shared at Sundance that remind me to choose happiness. Always. It's so much better than dwelling on the stuff that isn't going to matter in about 174 seconds.
Happy Friday my darlings!