Chocolates from MarieBelle
I’m about to eat with a vengeance. I’ve done it before. I’m going to go OFF. There’s just one snag. I’ve lost my driver’s license, and the invitation says you must bring a photo ID proving you’re legal. It’s actually a joke how often I get carded. I arrive with a pool of friends, and somehow, I’m the one they card. I know I should feel flattered, but come on. I just don’t look under 21. It’s absurd. So what do I do? The grand tasting of Lincoln Center’s Toast of The Town begins at 7pm. I have no time to rummage through bags in search of the passport from hell. I’m going to have to beg. We’ll see how it goes. Expect a drunken post later tonight with photos and other necessary debauchery.
Yellow tomato martinis
Do over. It’s what I need here because there weren’t any good photography opportunities. It was all about the wine, lots of it. I ran into people I didn’t want to see. We exchanged polite hellos, asked about one anothers lives, then drank more wine and drank mango passion fruit elixirs from straws vowing to use more tapioca in our cooking (thank you RAIN). It’s the way these things work. I came home to my sweet bean and wondered how he’d like tapioca.
Sweet Foie Gras Parfait from ONO
It’s time for some tunes, faster than you can say self help or Tony Robbins. I’m so not kidding. It’s not the wine. Bring on the self help. Look, back off, if I could be having seex, it would be a different story. In the meanwhile, for the next year or so, it’s me and the Robbins. Tony, not Baskin’. Though the first boy who shows up with Mint Chip might make it to the runnings.
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Okay, no ID was required, but you need a whole lotta id. Thankfully, there was wine to help reach mine. Instead of sex, I came home to the dog, happily, and watched Spanglish, wishing I had someone to watch it with. Okay, not just "someone." Someone specific who can't be reached.
I'm hoping you do get in just to see what your pics turn out like.
Somehow I always used to get stuck in situations where ID was required and I never had one. Friends would tell me to walk in with attitude and no one will even ask, and it did (sometimes) work. G'luck!
You need protection from the physical art of conversation
Though the fist is mightier than the lip, it adds the aggravation
Given half a chance, that I can take
Are you so superior, are you in such pain
Are you made out of porcelain?
When they made you they broke the cast
Don’t wanna be first, I just want to last
i'm going to sleep now
My boyfriend is a PhD student in Math. More than once, I've found myself surrounded by his colleagues at a dinner party, feeling intellectually inferior, despite my J.D. and my exciting job in child protective law. At one such party, last night, the subject of political blogs came up. The host's wife is an older woman who was intrigued by "this idea of blogs."
As one guest listed all of the Left-Wing-resash-of-CNN-articles Blogs that he reads, I said, "My favorite blog, these days, is that of Stephanie Klein. It's quite brilliant." I'm hoping that the hostess read it, today, since she did go through the trouble of recording the URL in her palm pilot. Hopefully she'll enjoy it as much as I do.
You skipped over something – how did that stuff taste?
I've never had a tomato martini or sweet foie gras. Foie gras tastes like concentrated turkey gravy to me – how did they make it into a dessert?
i fell in love with the beautiful look of those chocolates at mariebelle when i was there in march. i couldn't bear to buy any, though, because i'd be devastated if they melted on my way home, or, worse, if i ate them all up and then wouldn't have them to look at. what a beautiful shop that is! next time i'm going to try something in their chocolate tasting room… the smell was heavenly… mmmm!
i fell in love with the beautiful look of those chocolates at mariebelle when i was there in march. i couldn't bear to buy any, though, because i'd be devastated if they melted on my way home, or, worse, if i ate them all up and then wouldn't have them to look at. what a beautiful shop that is! next time i'm going to try something in their chocolate tasting room… the smell was heavenly… mmmm!
My mom goes ape-shit for Spanglish. Says it's the perfect mother/daughter movie. I find that odd, since I'm her son. Am I like that old Who song? And yesterday, didn't music suck? Now you need tunes? Is "runnings" a euphamism?
You said "wishing I had someone to watch it with. Okay, not just "someone." Someone specific who can't be reached."
So then … that last sad post you had … ummm … hang on – "bowling for soup" is the retelling of a recent event? Or when you say "someone specific" are you speaking more in the abstract?
steph, it seems like you go out on the town boozing an awful lot, or maybe its just because your posts are sometimes from the past. regardless, i give it up to you for being able to go out consistently and still carry on and function seemingly normally at work.