I am most pleasantly buzzed.
I went to dinner. (gasp shock, I know)
I ate facing the cafe windows and there was a lip print on mine. Someone left a kiss.
While I was eating, a tow truck rolled by, toting a police cruiser.
On the way home I thought
the sky is midnight smooth with stars painted on.
well, really they're clouds and they hang so low it's like a mobile.
I had a really nice cocktail before dinner. Everyone raves about the drinks and it was a new-to-me place. It didn't occur to me how much gin there must be in something made with pineapple juice in order to get it to taste like a really high-class margarita. It was pinkish yellow. I had a couple sips and it was so good, I kept sipping at it while I read my book. I was only about halfway when I looked up and realized the streetlights had that drunken haze drifting in like Sandberg's Little Cat Feet.
My food was probably merely okay, but there is something to be said for feeding people who are beyond the cares of the day.
I had dessert. I had been a little leery because all the desserts came with ice cream and I really don't like cold desserts. But it had hot toasted coconut on it and the underside was a bitter chocolate cake. If I'd known, I would have had that for the starter and finished with an order of the pomme frites. It's so weird to me that people like to finish meals with sweet food. I like to finish meals with
crunchy food.
Maybe next time, since this place cost enough they should be willing to do whatever I want, I'll tell them I want my dinner in reverse.
They'd never forget me then.
Did I tell you what I like about living in California? I walked around the block from my apartment and had California French cuisine with really top-notch cocktails from a restaurant with a stellar (but very limited) selection of wines. This is the kind of place I'd like to eat even if I had to drive an hour to go there and it's right here so I didn't have to phone a friend because I can't find my feet let alone drive.