Yes to lunch on Monday

Cristina Ricci (not the movie star in case anyone thinks I'm delusional) suggested in an e.mail today that we meet for lunch next week. I said yes (of course). We keep ourselves amused by corresponding by (slightly silly) blank verse. This is today's response:

for you, my dear,
I would, of course, shift Heaven
and the Earth,
pass through the fiery gates of Hell,
traverse the frozen wastelands
of redemption
and renewal
and re-birth
and climb atop the pinnacle
of expectation's highest peak

for lunch
... on Monday
(the 11th):
here or close to here
(where sits a decent little Thai)