Drawn and quartered
K called yesterday and left a rambling message about how good he is doing in God’s country up there in Michigan and blah blah blah. Naturally, I didn’t return the call. Last night N and the Snake and I went to Clancy’s for dinner, but stopped first at Monkey Hill for a Wild Turkey on the rocks – for the good old days. At Clancy’s the guy didn’t have my reservation but they sat us anyway, way upstairs, with all the dates – two tops all around us with men and women behaving rather stiffly as us three sliced and diced our way through three decades of sex, drugs and rock n roll. Our conversation was the most riveting – as both men at the two tops beside us kept leaning in to listen.
We had two delicious bottles of Justin 2002 Syrah – one of my favs and then after a dinner of stilton stuffed filets, we went to Nardo’s for another bottle of wine. By this time, I was ready for home, but on the way back to midcity, H&T pulled up next to us and next thing you know we were headed to Pal’s.
L, man of mystery, joined us and we instead wound up on the back porch for a little twist and conversation. Later when we dispersed, I sashayed or swayed my way to L’s house and wound up with my hair in knots again. What goes on?