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?