Well, dinner was basically tragic. After the port talk was complete we all jumped up and walked as quickly as possible behind some slow moving women to the dining room to try and get a table in Milo’s section.

Much to my chagrin, all of the tables in Milo’s section were already full which basically means people skipped the port talk to claim their tables.

Our server was fine but was no Milo. I was so distraught I forgot to take a pic of the menu or of my meals…except for dessert. I got my shit together in time for that.

I had some sort of salad with pears and cranberries that was good. Defaulted to the same chicken as night one because I wasn’t into wiener schnitzel which was the chef’s choice.

Dessert was solid with carrot cake.

Greg had run to the room to grab Equal for his coffee before dessert and when he walked back in Milo stopped him and said “I’m sorry Greg.” I said did you tell him I’m not ok?

As I was leaving the restaurant, Milo stopped me and apologized. We decided we need to organize a coup tomorrow. It’s war. I will not be ousted by all these retired couples.

Tonight’s activities is a Mozart concert in Vienna. It’s gonna be a late night.