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shadowkatDay was nicely low key. Took it off. So that in itself, helped. Slept in.Stayed up way too late the night before (sigh, night owl). Watched television. Read. Had pancakes. Talked to mother. Took a long walk to the park, watched a few mallards in the lake (it's a huge park), took a few photos, came back to go to the bathroom, went to pharmacy, came back - watched more television. Then dressed for dinner with Wales. (Basically gray jeans and a nice sweater.) Timed it so perfectly that I ran into her outside the subway entrance. She'd arrived and gotten off the subway at Carrol Street about five minutes before I did.
No waiting for once.
Wales took me out for dinner. Which unfortunately got crowded fairly quickly - but we were close to the windows and out of the midst of it. My back was to everyone - so I felt protected. The service was horrific, and the menu had changed - it used to have "gluten free" items specified. But the food was still good.
I had pan seared sea bass with mashed potatoes, green beans, and orange sauce, a glass of malbec red wine, and Wales had gnocci with mussels. It was rigatonic - but she changed it to gnocci - Wales always orders gnocci, doesn't matter where we go. It's always gnocci. And the chianti.
Topped it off with creme brulee - which was the only gluten free option, next to the pancotti - which was not appealing. Good thing creme brulee is my favorite desert.
Wales regaled me with all the gossip about old college classmates. One guy who we used to see on the promenade, and often worked to avoid - JA, had apparently moved to California for a bit. According to Wales he'd joined a Buddhist Monastery for 10 years, until they kicked him out. Then he stayed with a friend in London, until she kicked him out. And then a friend in New Orleans until they kicked him out. Apparently he's a bit of a moocher? He leaves his stuff everywhere, doesn't pick up after himself, doesn't help out, and stays too long.
Mother: He did stay ten years at the Buddhist Monastery though.
Me: Well, they are Buddhists.
Showed Wales - photos of my watercolors which she loved. She particularly loved the girl on the train. And various photos I posted on Instagram. (Wales has a BA in Art History, worked in various galleries, and has excellent taste in art - she's also taken art courses. For a while she had an internship at the Nelson Art Museum in Kansas City, and was writing up information on Dali. Going to art museums and galleries with Wales can be interesting.) So, Wales liking my art is a compliment. She told me that I was really talented and should consider putting together a show of my art. I could maybe get a coffee shop or restaurant to display it.
She liked the photo posted below, as well (which I also posted to Instagram and FB):
Oh and here's the ducks..which are harder to photograph, because they refuse to stay still for any length of time.
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No waiting for once.
Wales took me out for dinner. Which unfortunately got crowded fairly quickly - but we were close to the windows and out of the midst of it. My back was to everyone - so I felt protected. The service was horrific, and the menu had changed - it used to have "gluten free" items specified. But the food was still good.
I had pan seared sea bass with mashed potatoes, green beans, and orange sauce, a glass of malbec red wine, and Wales had gnocci with mussels. It was rigatonic - but she changed it to gnocci - Wales always orders gnocci, doesn't matter where we go. It's always gnocci. And the chianti.
Topped it off with creme brulee - which was the only gluten free option, next to the pancotti - which was not appealing. Good thing creme brulee is my favorite desert.
Wales regaled me with all the gossip about old college classmates. One guy who we used to see on the promenade, and often worked to avoid - JA, had apparently moved to California for a bit. According to Wales he'd joined a Buddhist Monastery for 10 years, until they kicked him out. Then he stayed with a friend in London, until she kicked him out. And then a friend in New Orleans until they kicked him out. Apparently he's a bit of a moocher? He leaves his stuff everywhere, doesn't pick up after himself, doesn't help out, and stays too long.
Mother: He did stay ten years at the Buddhist Monastery though.
Me: Well, they are Buddhists.
Showed Wales - photos of my watercolors which she loved. She particularly loved the girl on the train. And various photos I posted on Instagram. (Wales has a BA in Art History, worked in various galleries, and has excellent taste in art - she's also taken art courses. For a while she had an internship at the Nelson Art Museum in Kansas City, and was writing up information on Dali. Going to art museums and galleries with Wales can be interesting.) So, Wales liking my art is a compliment. She told me that I was really talented and should consider putting together a show of my art. I could maybe get a coffee shop or restaurant to display it.
She liked the photo posted below, as well (which I also posted to Instagram and FB):
Oh and here's the ducks..which are harder to photograph, because they refuse to stay still for any length of time.
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