After the show, I entreated Andy to take me out for oysters, to a place where I’ve always wanted to go: B&G Oysters in the South End. It was just a little after 11 o’clock, and I had but an hour left to my birthday. We sat at a window seat looking up onto Tremont Street, and I let the waiter surprise me with half a dozen of the slippery mollusks, and a glass of white wine. Still a virgin to the bi-valves, I don’t know good from bad – and remain at the mercy of those who know better. Thus far, I haven’t been steered, or shucked, wrong.
This is my birthday/oyster smile. It takes so little to make me so happy.
