We were both tired this evening, so we thought we'd go to an old favorite, Alfredo's Trattoria, on Lemmon Avenue. Alfredo's was closed for Sunday night, so we searched for something open.

We cruised in Charles' G-35 for a while and found Arcoduro Pomodoro open tonight. It's a higher-end Sardinian Italian restaurant (there's another one in Houston), perfect for the evening.

We've been working hard, the lights were low, the music was soft and interesting -- I think it was sophisticated Latin jazz, but was too tired to ask.

When the waitress brought the wonderfully drinkable Zuliani Garda Reserve, she poured a spot into Charles' glass. He pointed to me and nodded. She poured a spot into mine, too.

"We are brother and sister," I told her. "We are equals."

She smiled.

There were giant sunflowers lining the walk outside the restaurant, about 9-feet tall, with stalks as big as my wrist and flowers as large as my face.