night flowers
The view from our dinner table, complete with Greek baskania and gorgeous spring flowers
This weekend:
Stuart took me on a lovely date to Snack Taverna in the West Village, where we shared a bottle of Sauvingnon-esque Greek white and I indulged saganaki and a melt-in-your-mouth pork tenderloin and decent baklava (though not as good as Biscuit’s). The waitresses were all charming and gave us the best table in the house. We followed dinner with a night stroll through the Village wherein we totally walked past Kiefer Sutherland (looked so young!) and oogled in the windows of Three Lives and decided not to take in jazz at Small’s even though it the line was uncharacteristically short.
I wrote like the proverbial ink was pouring out of my fingers which for ME, means four hours of writing, okay, baby steps. There are new ideas afoot in my brain and I’m so excited by them, I can hardly sit still. Also, I wrote a new review for Gothamist wherein I resisted the urge to use either “milieu” or “echelon” in a sentence because I kept thinking of that scene in Family Guy where Brian goes to work at the New Yorker and asks where the bathroom is and the editor says, “oh, here at the New Yorker, no one has an anus”. HA.
I stayed out until 1:30 on Friday night for Barrie’s delightful and hilarious passover seder and when my Dad asked the next morning if I’d converted yet I said no, but DAMN, it’s tempting. Thumbs up for the Jews. Also, riding home in a taxi by myself through the city that I love, speeding home to a sleeping (and sick) Stuart was sort of the best of all possible worlds, in a way. I didn’t call him for my usual exclamation of “windows!” going over the QB (there are some windows I love near there, I never fail to mention it) but I thought about it.
Did I mention that I wrote and wrote? OMG loves.
I checked Biscuit‘s blog about a billion times a day for updates of his exciting and unexpected stay in India because OMG! India. Loves.
I’ve had a lot of tea, a lot of coffee, a lot of wine, but not enough sunshine. So Stuart and I are going ess-ploring through Long Island City now. Expect crappy pictures.