Carbonara out my ears

Between the two evening hearings at the Hyatt, I grabbed a quick bite at Pronto Mama's, the Italian joint in the hotel. I ordered the pasta carbonara, with the salad bar. Because the breads there looked very good

Bad move - as tasty as they were, there was no need for the extra food. When the bowl of pasta landed on my table, I'm sure my eyes bugged out a little - in some cupboards, that qualifies as a serving bowl! I found myself wishing for Gretchen's company, not because I miss her (I do), but because maybe the two of us would have stood a chance against the Pasta of Doom. With some effort I managed to put down maybe half of it, maybe a little more

Sure would be nice to have a fridge instead of a stratospherically-priced minibar in that room of mine! $4 for a tiny 10 oz. bottle of Coke is a little much in my book. Such is life among the towers.

Half an hour until the session on "Book of Faith." Looking forward to that.