Monday, February 22, 2010

Cozy moments (Friday night) or hibernation

I hope you had a lovey weekend -- some of us I know did!

It must be a sign of my advancing years, but I spent Friday night at home, without the slightest urge to head out. It was cold out, with the peroration of winter threatening to become a full and unexpurgated volume 2. But fear not, I was not alone...

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Yes, I was shacked up with an American, a French, an Italian, a Swiss, and a bottle of wine.

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Yes, I was shacked up with four pieces of cheese and a bottle of wine.

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I know they say age changes you. And I suppose this is the irrefutable proof: really, I missed nothing. There was soft, runny, and gloriously smelly cheese (an American cheese -- really, the Americans are making some very good cheese these days). There was the always-reliable Gruyere, and the never-modest Ubriaco. And not to leave the French out of it, I had a very satisfying wedge of Tomme de Savoie. The wine was nothing revelatory. Actually, since I'm in confessional mode I'll admit it. I drank one (make that half) of those bottles that someone brings you for a party that you would never buy for yourself or even take to someone's party. But, you know, it wasn't half bad.

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They sometimes say that ageing is learning to make do with less. Sometimes perhaps. But sometimes it is learning to make do with more.

bb

P.S. And it is true that I knew I was going to a speakeasy night on Saturday. Two friends of mine. Twins: composer and architect. And an amateur, evangelical mixologist. For the rest, I am sworn to secrecy.

2 comments:

If Jane said...

oh but as you say...you were not alone...;))
and dooooo need to hear about the speak easy!!!

Bombay Beauty said...

indeed, i had those four pieces of cheese! a reliable and solid (well, sometimes runny, but in a good way) companion ;-)

bb

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