As I've already mentioned, I've given up drinking for the month leading up to the donation. Hey, that kidney is a reflection of me, and I want it to shine. So, what sort of tricks do I employ to reduce the temptation of drinking?? That's right, you guessed it....eating dinner at a wine bar. Damn, I am stupid. Tuesday night means live jazz and tapas at Mercato, one of our favorite local restaurants. Along with small plates and big music goes a wide selection of Italian wine. All that grapey enticement, trying to seduce me with its mysterious ether. Blast!!!
To the person who will someday provide a home for my kidney, please understand what a sacrifice this is. I can live without my kidney, but not my wine!
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My fiance' James said he met you at Le Petite on Monday night. He told me how he was so amazed by you that you could be so selfishless. We wish you much luck.
I hope to meet your wonderful family someday.
Good luck,
James, Leia, and Domino
Leia and James, thank you very much for taking the time to read the blog. With a little over a week to go, I am very excited. I look forward to seeing you both (Tuesdays at Mercato is a good bet)
Anthony
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