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April 9, 2000
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admitting it's not fun I guess you finally have to say, "This isn't fun. What would be fun." We did that today. We did enjoy the night's sleep in the hotel. Got up pretty leisurely and showered up. Enjoyed a calm breakfast in the hotel with our friends from San Antonio. Then we called Anne and Les and told them that we'd had enough of the festival and needed to do a few things around the house. We offered the tickets to the Sunday fair to them and they found someone to enjoy them. (Forrest is always thinking about such arrangements, bless his heart.) I packed up the enormous pile of stuff that got us through the two days and nights and we headed home. We unpacked and felt the better for being home instead of tasting wine and standing in lines trying to get a bite of goat cheese. As this little photo shows, one problem we had last night was not only a surfeit of wine, but entirely too many wine glasses. My 'son' (well, adopted, sort of) John and his lovely wife look great, huh? The food was very French, I thought, and I generally liked it. Picky eaters were, I'm sure, put off by squid and asparagus soup. I wasn't. I didn't think the sea bass preparation worked too well, though. Oh, well, complaints, complaints. No reason to complain. I enjoyed my buddies and, in the future, I think we may arrange our own wine dinners to be a bit more as we would like them. Something about dining with hundreds of your closest friends. One redeeming factor was the kitchen video they showed. At one point they were spraying dessert plates with a Power Paint Sprayer. The professional vege-matic which diced the zucchini extra fine was pretty interesting, too. Yesterday was such a perfect day for an eXtreme dog walk that I kind of missed it. So SuRu and the pooches and I went for a walk in our neighborhood. We went all the way to the Honda place on Koenig and looked at cars. It was pleasant and got my head in the right place. Spent a little time today sorting through the newspapers. Mostly, it's stuff I don't want to keep or read, but I feel compelled to sort.
A work colleague from the Netherlands arrived today for work tomorrow. Brought him over to see the yard and have a drink. Then he, Forrest and I settled into a nice meal and bottle of wine at Jeffrey's. They started opening on Sunday some time in the last year. They have business but it is calmer than other nights. Ah...the food and service. The crispy quail with a dumpling appetizer was so good I was satisfied but I still ate my yellowfin tuna with a kind of lemony sauce and my share of the cheese plate. (Yeah, they had cheese for dessert. Don't know when that started but that's a good thing.) |
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"'Tis not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess." John Selden, Humility |
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it was, in the end, too many glasses
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