It’s not easy navigating a partnership. Admit it, you and your beloved are not always in sync. Love and marriage are the ultimate alliance, the pinnacle opportunity to cooperate and collaborate.
There are other such connections we get to make. Early on, we form friendships which may resemble alliances we will have later in life. We partner with the cute little boy in our kindergarten class. We are assigned to a team-often of two- to dissect a frog in high school; we sense an affiliation with our lab partner.
On the disstaff side, as it were, there was an adage that said, “Take a partner, get a gun.”
I was reminded of this once while driving past 9 Partners Road somewhere in suburban New York. How many guns would these unfortunates need to settle their situation?
Law firms may have an answer to this cunundrum. Judging by the names on their marquees, they are accustomed to large syndicates. It’s always a good plan to allow an attorney to parse a state of affairs that might involve firearms.
The adage quoted above, despite the many jokes about matrimony, does not apply to your union with your life partner. At its best, the conjugal is an idyllic condition.
My cooking has gotten so bad that even my take-out fails.
In retaliation, or perhaps self-preservation, my husband is taking me to a Restaurant Week meal.
As it turns out, the meal at Orsay is superb. Thanks to the maitre d’ my husband is treated like royalty. Everything is customized to his taste. My duck confit, which was preceded by an excellent cold corn soup, is also delectable.
Dessert came home with us, as did some leftovers from the main course.