This past Wednesday I went to over to my very good friend’s house for an intimate dinner of six. When I arrived, the setting was absolutely perfect. I was greeted with an excellent glass of Pinot from Willamette Valley, my friend was on her piano playing a beautiful Bill Evan’s song (“Someday My Prince Will Come”), and I was surrounded in great company. A couple of hours later, however, a tragedy of the mood-killing kind happened when we took our seats for dinner. The dining room lights were on full blast!