Dinner out
it's been a grueling week at work already, and it's only half over. on wednesday night, the famous blog cult figure p.miller and i met up at a little neighborhood restaurant for some wine, some soup, some crab cakes (me), some brie and apple pizza (her), and a couple of hours of gossip.
it cleanses the soul.
normally, she works the night shift--3 to midnight, or thereabouts--so our gossiping, venting, and kvetching is relegated to brief work messages and emails that she writes late at night when i'm asleep, or that i write early in the morning, when she's asleep.
so a face-to-face evening is a rarity for us.
never mind the details; we talked about people you've never met and said things i can no longer remember. it was the warmth that was important. we've known each other forever; we understand each other.
it's not that we can finish each other's sentences--we aren't that much alike, and neither one of us is all that predictable. it's that we give each other the benefit of the doubt. we respect each other. we each find the other to have interesting and relevant things to say--even when we're speaking nonsense. we listen.
after dinner i went home, and riley was full of piss and vinegar. he kept leaping at me and weaving himself around my legs in a way that said, chase me! chase me! i need to run!
so i went out into the black night and chased him around the hard-packed icy snow that is our yard. he skittered around the tree and slid into the fence and i had to pry the frozen tennis ball out of his mouth and he took off like a bat out of hell and i laughed like a drunken woman, even though i'd only had one glass of wine.
sometimes ye blogs, and sometimes ye lives.
wednesday night was not a night to blog.
he has honored me with the "you make my day" blog award, which is such a nice concept, and which really means something, coming from him. if you haven't stopped by his blog, you definitely should. you'll find fascinating stories of an Englishman in Paris, with occasional forays into his past life as an editor in London. lots of fun. it'll make your day.
i promise.
