¶ 2004-11-13 06:40:00 +0000
This is a quickie, so I donʼt forget.
Chloë invited me to dinner with some of her friends. The temptation to take up residence at Northcastle is growing. All I need is a car. Christmas is around the corner! Iʼll put “car” on my list.
The next time you eat strawberries, be certain you know whether or not they are covered in brandy. Beware the French (and the Russians).
I also was invited to go dancing with friends. Oh yeah. Salsa isnʼt just hot and spicy, itʼs hot and spicy and got a good beat (and excellent for keeping the cold weather away). Then there was rolling down the big hill until we were sufficiently dizzy. At least I felt sober when I was driving.
I have got to get some stars in my bedroom.
Hereʼs the explanation:
On Thursday night Chloë invited me to dinner with friends. We went to a cozy little French bistro-type place called La Madeleine. It was my first time, my La Madeleine de-virginization, and one of the servers offered me some Strawberries Romanov. I asked him what it was, and could have sworn he said it contained brandy. Naturally, upon learning this information, I declined.
At the end of the meal, Chloë decided that she wanted some dessert, so she went to get some and when she came back, there was Strawberries Romanov in her hand. I told her what my understanding of the dish was, and she (and Katie) said that couldnʼt be true, because someone had brought such a dish to one of our church dinners one time.