Did you know that if you eat a handful of little Asian rice crackers (a mixed assortment), your burps will taste EXACTLY like nitrous oxide? Huh? Neither did I. But it's true.
Last night we went to a wine-tasting dinner at the fabulous Kemo Sabe! Ran into an old coworker there and we were able to sit together and catch up while thoroughly enjoying a variety of bottles from Markham Vineyards. M.s. and I already strongly favor their Merlot (which wasn't served, but that's fine, we already know what it tastes like and have a handful of those bottles in our cupboard).
Chef Deborah Scott was there for a bit, chatting with guests during the meet-and-greet over a fine Rosť made from pinot noir. The food was a slam-dunk, from the Asian slaw to the chocolate torte, with scallops, steak, and amazing roasted tomatoes between. I hope Charlie my trainer isn't reading this.
Speaking of whom, I have extreme lunge-butt this morning and I'm not looking forward to my torture session in less than an hour. Wah. Butt-cramps. Ouch! But pretty soon, I'll be able to snap a fork in half, just like that one chick.
I'm in a crass mood. I need to get it all out before we go on our trip, because between my love's parents and prospective collectors of my love's work, there's very little room for a bawdy potty mouth. I'm saving it all for Jonny, whom I hope to see while in New York. Jonny can handle it. He always could.