A few weeks ago I bought three new dresses. Now, I'm not one of those women who's into clothes and fashion in any significant way -- all I know is that the dresses that are in the stores right now have a shape that is particuarly flattering for me, so I stocked up. I was wearing one of my new purchases yesterday, a black sleeveless shirtdress-y type dress, with hoop earrings and a pair of rather cute peep-toe wedge heels. I walked out of the office, wearing my sunglasses, and headed off to fetch some lunch. I remember thinking to myself, "now this is how you want to look when you run into an ex-boyfriend," (not like this). And lo and behold, I did. Love it.
I also visited my love (well, one of my loves, I suppose) last night. Although my sister, brother and I had a lovely dinner overall, I was disappointed with the beef cheek ravioli this time around. Perhaps it was because it wasn't plated as a second pasta course (after the goose liver ravioli), but served at the same time, just not plated out. This meant that it had to just sit there while we ate the other pasta, so it had dried out somewhat. The wine we had was fantastic, but, like a moron, forgot to write it down and couldn't find it on the wine list online. I remember that it sounded like Sforzato, and was a blend that included nebbiolo grapes that had been treated like amarone for that extra concentrated flavor and a bit of sweetness. Oh well -- will have to go back.