The Last Supper, Part 2

So, Evan busted out of jail, err, the hospital, this afternoon. I dropped him off at 9am, went to visit him at lunch fully expecting him to be hooked up to his IVs and such, but there he was sitting free in his room. Then, a few hours later, Evan shows up at my work- he busted out, on parole until 10pm. Evan's friend Perry showed up a few minutes later, they hijacked my car and then headed off to the Herkimer for one last beer in the free world. I met them a few hours later after I finished work and we headed off for Evan's Last Supper, Part 2.

See, we had Part 1 last night, thinking he would really be in the hospital today and thought it would be a good idea if he stuffed himself silly before starving himself in the hospital for the next week. Last night we lived a little high off the hog and went to The Red Stag for supper. I had been wanting to go there for a while because it's gotten some good reviews and it's in a neighborhood I really like. We ordered an appetizer of fried smelt, Evan had red deer stroganoff and I had trout. The interior was pretty cozy - there was a guy playing the piano and the interior was made of salvaged barn lumber. You can see why we felt at home.

But, then as it turns out, it wasn't Evan's Last Supper after all. Tonight we headed to Christo's for dinner with Perry. Christo's is a Greek restaurant just a few blocks away from my apartment. Evan and Perry ordered gyros and I had mousakka. Evan loves this place (and yes, Mom we will go there when you get here) but he was in for a special treat tonight because Perry treated (pretty classy, Perry) and the power went out. So, the three of us enjoyed a nice candlelit dinner and left stuffed.

Perry and I just dropped Evan off at the hospital so he could get flushed before his FINAL chemo treatment. That's right - this is it! So, Mom, Dad, you can rest assured that in addition to all of the Christmas feeding that went on this weekend, Perry and I did our part to fatten Evan up for this final stretch.