A meal fit for a Queen

Ah, to be in the presence of royalty.
I am one of two people in the United States who can sit back and know what it is like to have dined with a blog queen today. The blog queen, I should say.
I can savor the memory of being near someone who lives in a castle complete with a dungeon and a moat.

Yes, Linda and I met Mimi. I didn't let on that I was invited to join them Thursday at a secret location in Connecticut, but I was. I tried to drop some hints, with the talk of tiaras and pencil skirts.
Her Majesty begged me to join them. I was honored indeed.
I couldn't have said no to the Queen, right?
It was such fun.
We laughed and talked and ate and drank non-alcoholic beverages like iced tea, hot coffee and diet cola. Two of us shared a dessert. I didn't talk as much as they, but then I am not a talkative one. I laughed though.

And we took pictures. Linda and I will only be able to post the photos pending the Queen's approval.
And she might not approve. I am anxiously waiting her decision. Her wish is my command.