the play's the thing
Last night, as my birthday present from the saint, I was treated to my restaurant and play of choice. Both were way more than I expected. Before seeing "Ruined" at the Intiman, my sister and Joel and I stopped at Toulouse Petit Kitchen and Lounge. This open air French Quarter-esqu restaurant was first of all, very beautiful and second of all, very impressive with their food and drink selection and quality.
But then, THEN I tell you, it was a good Sazerac.
Well, that's what the saint said.
I myself had a Kir Royal.
New York Steak au Poivre
Pour ma soeur:
(caught here in a moment of regret remembering her spilled chartreuse from last week's dining adventure)
Pour mon mari:
(served with a raw egg on top, just as he likes it)
Earl Grey Tea
We then took a wonderful evening stroll to the theatre a few blocks away, ordered our intermission Manhattans and sat down fat and happy.
This play was so moving, so completely heart-wrenching that I totally had to swallow sobs for the last 10 minutes. Bravo! Bravo! I wanted to scream, and almost hugged one of the actresses on my way out.
(If you live in the area and have ANY chance at all to see it, I think it's the best play I've seen in quite some time).
Thank you so much my Joelio, for giving up your ideals of present-giving and speaking to me in my love language...words, culture, cocktails, city. I know you would have rather dropped obscene amounts of cash on one big present; but you listened and responded to my needs.
From the day we met...you've done so.
Thirty-Two...I am liquored up and ready for you!