John and Nicole Three Year Anniversary / Northwoods Inn

Our third wedding anniversary fell upon the middle of the week. We were looking forward to a weekend away in Julian, but on June 24 we managed to go out to dinner. Hadn't been to the beloved Northwoods Inn for about six months.

I splurged and ordered coffee even though it was the middle of the week. Don't remember any ill effects. In addition, I was wearing my new "Jim Jones" shirt that Nicole procured for me as an anniversary present. She has knowledge of Jim Jone's tastes from her vast readings of People's Temple.

We both ordered steak kabobs and they were *perfect*. I don't often ingest beef but this was some fine meat. I couldn't even eat my potato. Cheese bread, yes, that was another case of splurging. The hostess told us that our waiter's name was Mike. He introduced himself as Michael. Usually it's the other way around, Michael to Mike.

Michael had a knack for snapping the plastic bags that he was putting our leftovers into. It was like a show, he was a showman. I asked him, "Did you ever work at Disneyland?" He gave me a flat "No." We gave him a decent tip.

So on the first night of celebrating our third anniversary we were very well fed.