Goodbye Blue Joeses

My brother is leaving for college tomorrow. He's starting as a freshman at the University of Maryland, where he was accepted to the Smith Business School. He's also a member of the wrestling team.



We're very proud. Today we went to SuperT(arget) for the last round of shopping. I tagged along to offer my expertise, like "Tide pens are useful. Febreeze too." And, "yeah, he will probably need trash bags." See, I'm indispensable. The total there came to several hundred dollars, so we went for lunch to Ruby Tuesday's instead of the planned Blue Ridge Grill (give us a break, my mom's got college to pay for). I've only been to RT's once, when my old roommates took me, and evidently they've gone upscale since then. This means square plates and low lighting. My brother said that it made him feel like a Top Chef judge. I had a tomato basil quiche in a puff pastry which was actually really good (though it's hard to screw up quiche for me). I'm really sorry if this is boring but damn that quiche was good.

It isn't possible that he is going to college. I was just there, and he is just a baby. Oh god, it's happening. Age. Roiling vicissitudes of time, foaming against itself.

Anyway, if you are at Ruby Tuesday's, I can recommend the quiche.