When my friends Pete and Rob got married (during those few months when people named “Peter” and “Rob” could marry in California), we had a post-wedding meal at a Dave & Busters restaurant. In fact, a Dave & Busters that was right next to a Steve & Barrys.
And for some reason, it only just struck me today, months later, that this seemed like a symbolically perfect neighborhood for celebrating the linking of Peter & Rob.
