Thursday, December 27, 2012.
Everybody Goes Out But Me.
Pretty cold last night--high 20s. All the animals were outside, and none seemed desperate to move in.
It's good to have another coffee drinker in the house. Jude's GF not only enjoys java, but she likes it as strong as I do--maybe more so. Her introduction to my black hole of coffee and chicory with hot milk was, "Give me a little less milk next time."
I worked all morning, had a lunch of leftover ham sandwiches, did the radio show from home, then puttered around the rest of the day. I'm still a little achy from Christmas.
Mary Leigh was overjoyed to learn today that her boyfriend will return here after spending the holidays with his family in Baltimore. He has no place to stay--the dorms at Loyola aren't open yet--so he will move in with us. But ML's BF won't arrive until Jude and GF are gone back to Los Angeles.
Tonight, the latter couple went to town for dinner at Antoine's. Suzanne was much impressed by the full Antoine's act, orchestrated by my waiter Charles Carter. (I was not allowed to be there myself, of course.) Oysters Bienville, combination salad, pompano with crabmeat, and soufflee potatoes. Jude shot a mini-movie of the cherries Jubilee experience, flaming tablecloth and all.
Which made me think: now that so many upscale restaurants are doing without tablecloths, how will they flame their dessert without the show. The answer is, of course, the flaming desserts are themselves relics of the past.
I think I may be getting a cold.
