the salad accident

By | December 17, 2006

Last week I went out to dinner — a rather nice spot called Crush Wine Bar — with a group of my delightful friends. Said friends wondered if our festive dinner out would merit an entry in my blog. (I evaded the question as long as I could.)

Now, ordinarily my blog is observational and tends to focus on things that bug me or confuse me. Occasionally, I mention my shopping exploits. But I don’t really write about the times I go out for nice dinners with wonderful friends and enjoy myself … because, well frankly, where’s the tension or conflict?

But yeah, I went out last week with A. J. E. and K.

The evening started out fine but went downhill after about 4 bottles of wine and a few vodka martinis. E and K got into a fight (something about a ruined Prada bag) and that resulted in what is now referred to as the tragic Belgian Endive & Watercress Salad Accident. Not pretty.

See, the last part is not true but it did make the post more interesting, no?

2 thoughts on “the salad accident

  1. Judy

    You’re forgetting to mention how you rode home tucked into a carseat …

  2. Christine

    Indeed, Judy (aka J.) was kind enough to drive me home. (Thanks again!) I sat in the backseat atop one of the kids’ car cushions — it raised me up about 4 inches — but since I’m short it was not a hardship in the least. Indeed, I was delighted to get a drive back to my place. The conversation in the car on the way was interesting too.

    More on that in my next post perhaps.

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