Alas, we have no pictures from this week's dinner at Agave. All that is left are the pictures in our memories. Pictures of friends, of laughing, of laughing friends. Of hand-hacked guacamole, gooey blue corn enchiladas, and rich mole sauce poured over short ribs. These experiences...I don't think pictures would do them justice. It is best to move on and hold dinner, and Spamalot, and the pouring rain the followed, close to our hearts...forever.
