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Friday June 2, 2000
"Life is a romantic business. It is painting a picture, not doing a sum--but you have to make the romance, and it will come to the question how much fire you have in your belly.." Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, Letter to Oswald Ryan, March 8, 1911--Francis Biddle, Mr. Justice Holmes
sunset
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out on the town This morning FFP said, "So, do you have anything resembling swimming truncks?" "You mean, do I have a bathing suit?" "Yeah." "Sure." "Because we will need one in Liz Carpenter's hot tub next week." I have a pretty ordinary work day. I work on stuff, on reports, discuss things with people. SuRu and I have lunch at Star of Indian and have the buffet. (Pretty good.) A guy at the next table says, "They have these 'reserved for drkoop' parking places and sometimes more are empty." My four o'clock meeting is reconvened at Manuel's patio instead of the conference room. We discuss the same stuff with beer. And critters. A cockroach goes by, flies, unindentified insect. It's hot. FFP and I decide to go to Jeffrey's. The current 'art show' in our favorite waiter's area consists of black and white photos of Paris. "Where do you want to go next?" himself asks. "New Orleans?" he suggests. "It's hot there. How about Seattle or Portland," I say, and then, looking around, "Or Paris." We have caviar. I have a salmon caparaccio with spring rolls that is a delight. The foie gras preparation is a little over the top. The Newton Unfiltered Pinot Noir is great. (Forrest had crispy oysters and a piece of rare tuna atop greens.) Our favorite waiter told us a funny story about a visit to the restaurant from George W. Josephine, the landlady of the restaurant, finisheds her meal across the way. Our waiter fishes her cane out from under the table and fetches a bus boy to walk her home. "And go straight there. And no kissing," he admonishes the pair. It's still a little while until Rebecca plays at Four Seasons bar. We decide to check the scene at the Hotel San José bar. The owners are on the patio with the owner of Continental Club. A friend of ours who waits at Four Seasons comes by in a blond wig with another girl in a blond wig. It is a bachelorette party. It turns out all the gals have these blond wigs and the bride a pink one and they are going out on the town. We drink a bottle of Evian and enjoy the atmosphere. The Seasons isn't crowded. We talk to our friends over more bottled water. And, finally, a nightcap and home to the bed. Hmmm...I've eaten in two restaurants, been to three bars today. Who says I don't get out much?
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