Last night was wonderful. Absolutely magnificent.
In my last blog post, I mentioned that Brian and I were going to an event at the downtown Los Angeles Coca Cola building. I had lamented my postpartum body and blathered on about the struggle to find a good outfit for the occasion. Thankfully, all of the negativity that I had was washed away by the time spent with good friends.
I did manage to squeeze into the red knit dress and not look a total mess. I would like to think that I captured the spirit and joie de viv of a heavy Elizabeth Taylor. At least, that’s what I continually told myself so as to not frump over into a completely lackluster posture.
The tour and Coca Cola building was nice. While not truly awesome, it was a lovely time for the right people (ADSLA members only) and the right price (FREE). Plus, yours truly was one of the fortunate. I won a gigantic plush polar bear in the raffle.
Post Coca Cola event, friends Tricia and Paul agreed to join Brian and myself for dinner. Our first two attempt to find the right place to dine were bust. Wurstkuche was beyond crowded, Cafe Metropol was closed. Paul suggested a supper club, First and Hope, and thanks to Open Table integration with Yelp, we were able to make immediate reservations for four.
The supper club was gorgeous and proved to be a perfect location for four friends to drink, dine, and chat as we certainly enjoyed all three. As for the drinks, Tricia ordered a glass of Skylark wine, Brian settled on a Manhattan, and I indulged in a 20th Century--my first time enjoying this particular drink. It will certainly not be my last, it was quite tasty and should definitely be a future Cocktail of the Week!
Dinner was divine. I had such a lovely time chatting with Paul and Tricia. I do wish that we weren’t quite so geographically distant as, selfishly, I’d love to be able to see them more often. We talked and laughed (often) about a multitude of subjects--to many to note. It was tough to finally say, “goodnight,” but as all had babysitters to rescue we did have to call it a night near nine o’clock.
Reflecting now upon the evening, I cannot help but desire to spend future evenings in a similar fashion--a small group of friends simply enjoying each others company. Big gathering as grand, but there is something truly special about a couple of friends, a couple of drinks, and witty conversation.