It wasn’t like helping my ex-girlfriend move into her boyfriend’s place. Today we helped the boss move into his new digs in the Pearl District. Fortunately he just moved across the street from a fancy apartment to a fancier condo. Even more fortunate for those who were helping, he didn’t have much stuff and he treated us to dinner at an Italian restaurant that was full of Italians. I’m not sure of the official name, but I think the unofficial name is “Gino’s”. They strongly recommended the lasagna and that and the seafood pasta were the best of the bunch.

It sure beat the 18-minute-long cell phone call I got from a friend who told me in great detail how she had to blow me off to hang out with her ex-boyfriend. Some days it doesn’t pay to answer the phone.