some drinks

mardi soir: café de paris, under the auspices of eric, richard and i rolled out at 9pm, i think i psychologically ignored eric's suggestion that i arrive from 5:30-8:30 to see the jazz...needless to say, when we arrived the musicians had packed up their instruments and gathered up their tips. we each had a glass of dry cote de rhone wine and talked things over.

plans for next week--dinner at iron bridge winery (which reminded me from the pictures on the website of that winery i stopped by but didn't drink anything at in the 16th arrondissement, was it? with manou?), maybe also a movie at the charles ("waitress"?).

in the farther future, we're planning a dinner party at richard's place (more space and no interference of my parents, a definite plus), perhaps indian-themed? although we wanted to have wine, with richard handling the wine pairings of the dishes...we'll see.

last night: happy hour with some obie alums in the d.c. area at café citron, down by dupont circle. oliver mains! cristina jardine! becky davidson! fabulousness. it was lovely to see oliver, it had been a while, and cristina met him for the first time and they became fast friends. we're plotting some cool things, maybe movies on e street or dinners in bethesda/silver spring.

cristina had a mojito (they're known for them there), i a corona with lime, and after schmoozing a little we left in the pouring rain (i had my little plaid umbrella with me, thank god) in search of a restaurant. we ended up at a good mediterranean restaurant, i had something involving beef and eggplant, although i was disappointed with the result, and cristina had a spinach and cheese pizza-type entree. blue moon for her and a glass of red wine for me.

we left late, my fault because i talk to much (obvi). it took me a while on the metro (like paris, at night the trains run less frequently), and i changed at chinatown (as did cristina, but she to the yellow line in the opposite direction) to the green line and took it nearly to the end. there was a bit of a mess on 95S past the 32 exit where i got off, i'm not sure whether it was an accident or what, but i was tired and the flashing lights woke me up a little. i was home by 11h30 and in bed by 1.

on the reading list: the tent (m. atwood), some plath poetry, if on a winter's night a traveler (i. calvino)

cooking tonight: ratatouille (2e fois) avec de l'ail, aubergines, courgettes, tomates, poivrons (rouge, orange, jaune, vert), herbes de provence. yum.