a dinner with the girls at a posh restaurant

Once in a while there are those lovely nights, or days or very occasionally even weeks that are so very lovely. So very lovely, that even in the middle of them they are savorable. Yes, I just made up the word savorable. It may be the liquor talking. Though more likely it's the wine that came after the wave of dirty martini's. The wine that the waiter described as full bodied, with an essence of chocolate and like a warm blanket. And while I'd usually not drink a warm blanket or any blanket for that matter -- even a chocolate one -- oddly he was right and remarkably it was delightfully good. Worth $14 dollars good? Well, I'm cheap, so rarely is any beverage not found in the middle of a desert after my camel dies and my Sherpa flees worth $14, but as tonight wasn't about money, I'll let that one rest. And lucky me, I've apparently imbibed the blanket upon which to sleep. And it only cost me $14! (Don't you just love circular logic?)

Anyway, tonight was one of those lovely nights. It was "A Dinner with the Girls at a Posh Restaurant" as the email invite -- though not the Evite (which for the record I HATE as much for its implied demand of commitment as for its pressure to be clever with a YES) -- suggested. And it was divine.

It was divine for it's lack of drama, and the intelligent conversation and the 2005 optimism (such a stark contrast from the 2004 desperation), and the pretty people and the fabulous food and the blankety wine and the perfectly brackish martini's with three fat olives in each and the waiter (Zack!) who followed us around the restaurant with drinks and eats -- so very Sherpa --, because no one could seem to sit still for more than five minutes at a stretch, and the tower of fire and the succulent meat, and the architectural lights and flowers overhead and just simply for the feeeeeeeel of the place.

I felt like I was on vacation.

I felt like I could breath.

It was just one of those nights when the temperature of the space -- physical, emotional, spiritual, social -- choose your perfect temperature of choice -- is so right-on right-on that even in the moment you'll pull yourself out of it and above it to look down on it to reminisce over when you're old, before diving back in it to savor for all it's worth. That kind of night.

*sigh*

Thanks girlies. You divine lovelies totally out-poshed the restaurant.