Another night under the stars and the big palm tree
F and M were at Swirl and so was another M, who I haven’t seen in a while, speculating he has been MIA because he doesn’t want to run into a special someone there. After the tasting, we all went over to La Vita and sat outside for another stellar night on the avenue. It was Murat’s 33rd birthday and he arrived with Ziggy in tow and there was a gigantic cake from Sav-A-Center – that kind of birthday cake cake that L, man of mystery, loves – we had opened a Bodega El Nido Clic – a Spanish mourvedre with about a third cab and then moved to a barbera. G was hoping Y would show up, but we both couldn’t stay up late enough to wait for that to happen. B&K came over after they closed Swirl and sat down to eat with us.
Fatma is so beautiful – that Turkish nose and eyes and she was wearing a peasant blouse that in and of itself is the harbinger for the warm weather that is upon us. D, a gorgeous girl, with big ringlet black thick hair and again those big Turkish eyes was dressed in a cute summer shift. G looked pretty in her orange print summer skirt.
It’s all good.