Where I Am: Zanarro’s

What I’m Doing: Dining out with the family before my mother’s surgery, Taking yet another crappy photograph without noticing

On Thursday, my mother’s going to have her insides removed. Since she’ll be unable to eat all Wednesday, we decided to take her out to dinner. That’s my grandmother behind my head, my mother behind her, with my father and sister Patti on the right. Lisa’s behind my giant head and Mikey and Joey are just out of frame. My sister Lizzie couldn’t make it because of “homework” and her boyfriend Rory didn’t go because it would make her look worse. Patti’s boyfriend Steve didn’t come because he was too busy researching ways to look more emo.

At the back of the room there’s a vault. There’s no reason for there to be a vault, as this building was built fairly recently and this restaurant was its first occupant. I can only imagine this was thought to add to the decor and some backstory that was going to be on the menu about the Zanarro family secret recipe for pomodoro sauce being sought after by unsavory types and kept behind lock and key.

In the vault was a couple doing it. I think perhaps they believed that their table inside the vault offered some measure of privacy beyond that of us commoners outside it. The fact that the vault door was wide open and they were visible to all, even more than those out in the open because they were sitting in a stupid vault, did not seem to bother them in the least as they went about their copulation. More power to them.