Sep 25, 2008
Bossy Spent $120 On Dinner And She’s Going To Tell You Every Detail.
Last night, Bossy had the opportunity to dine in a four-star restaurant, where opportunity equals eating peanut butter with butter sandwiches for the rest of her life while she recoups her money.
The occasion was a birthday, and that birthday belonged to Bossy’s friend Franz who had assembled various writers for the exclusive one-seating-per-night meal. Bossy arrived early, as she was eager to meet and network with these various writers.
The evening began with introductions. And champagne. And more champagne, which Bossy was in the unique position to drink since she arrived so early.
While Bossy sipped her champagne champagnes, Bossy was introduced to a writer and his wife. Only, he wasn’t the writer, she was. Bossy thinks. Possibly he was a writer too—Bossy didn’t catch their names.
Next Bossy was introduced to another writer. He was from out of town. Unless he wasn’t from out of town. Bossy had another champagne. Then Bossy met another writer and she really liked this writer. Except he wasn’t a writer, he was a veterinarian.
At some point, crab on crackers happened. And meat on sticks. Or maybe that was duck.
Next Bossy met another writer, and this writer was a food critic, and this writer the food critic sat next to Bossy as the group transitioned to the table for dinner. Most of Bossy’s new writer friends whose names she didn’t catch had previously dined in this exclusive restaurant booked years in advance—but not Bossy, who was excited to sample the menu.
First there was a delicate little puff of something with food inside. Next there was a simmering bowl of something with a spoon of something on the side. And then there was grass-fed something with a hint of citrus, and then there was pomme de something with a dash of Old Bay Seasoning.
And throughout the dinner there was wine—and here’s exactly what kind: white.
And red.
And then Bossy’s new friend the writer veterinarian borrowed Bossy’s camera so he could take a portrait of Bossy.
And before you could say Is that more dessert wine? the evening drew to a close, covered in chocolate sauce, with a cream puff on top.
The whole evening sounds like a big success!
But, if you’re at the point you may be imagining guitars serenading however, then that might be a line not to cross! No more dessert wine then! (or in the alternative wth!)
Me + Bossy’s hair = true love.
At least I presume Bossy’s hair loves me as much as I love it. ?
I’m first two days in a row?
I forgot what I was going to say again.
Crap. I took too long to type. Third. Still forgot what I was going to say.
They way I count the blobs on the plate, that dinner was $12/bite.
I ate at a restaurant in LA, that cost me $1/minute. Can’t recall what our blobs were, though.
And how is Bossy’s wine/champagne induced migraine this morning?
Bossy’s hair is looking quite marvelous.
Bossy, you look fabulous! Sounds like a great evening. Now take a few Advil and go back to bed
Oh Bossy that sounds like a fun evening. Even if you do have to eat Peanut Butter and Butter sandwiches all month it was probably worth it. My grandma use to make the same kind of sandwiches for me, I haven’t thought about those for years. Bossy’s bring back Peanut Butter and Butter.
Jealous! I LOVE food experiences like that. And I’ve been without them for too long living in this little corner of OK.
On a totally different subject – your hair is getting long. Or is it usually pulled back?
Fried bologna is good too. You know, if you get tired of the peanut butter and butter.
vuboq thinks bossy has the best friends ever!
Suddenly, my breakfast doesn’t feel so satisfying.
*stomach grumble*
Ha! Too bad Bossy missed out on so much.
Or should I say, good thing there was at least booze?
I absolutely love Bossy’s attention to detail, where attention equals A.D.D. mixed with a side of Alzheimers.
(I suffer from it too. Is there a support group?)
I, too, want to say Bossy’s hair looks amazing! If only my naturally curly, naturally stubborn hair could looks as good. *sigh*
Could you give the veterinarian my number? I’ve always had this thing for veterinarians.
oooohhhh…i love details. especially ones that are all kinds of fuzzy, covered in chocolate sauce, and served with wine. those are the best kind!
Next time, hold still while he takes your picture. . .
In the Blame segment of this post, I think Bossy is hoarding everyone’s wine. Or maybe it’s an optical illusion that all the wine glasses are right smack in front of Bossy.
I love 5 stars.
Old Bay? I cook with Old Bay and I won’t charge you $120.
It looks like a fabulous night and it sounds like you had a blast, I think…
I’m thirsty.
little puffs of something with food inside is my favorite food.
and has been for quite some time.
I describe food I like but am not sure what it is the same way. And now I’m hungry.
I didn’t know anyone else in the world liked peanut butter and butter sandwiches!
That may have been a blurry picture of you but you look fabulous in it. Your hair is growing longer all the time. I’m letting my hair grow back out too.
Was that plate for Bossy, or for a bird? The wine consumption is understandable, given that you needed to fill up on something other than tiny bits of food.
Question: Did Bossy squat down on purpose to achieve the arty effect in that last photo or did Bossy just happen to find herself conveniently laying on the floor with a camera in her hand due to the champagne? Either way, cool photo…
I had a meal like this once in my life. In NYC. As a poor graduate student with an almost-brother-in-law who paid for me and my now-husband to join a group of his friends for a 7 course meal of astonishing delicacies accompanied by wines I could not pronounce but could have used to pay my tuition with. It was heavenly. So much so that we walked home over 30 blocks, me in pinchy satin heels that were too small (but so pretty!), without even noticing how far it was because we were still floating on clouds of deliciousness.
Then we slept for a week.
I hope you floated home too.
Garfunkel serenaded Franz??!!? Or maybe Tootsie has had too much breakfast wine.
Bossy looks all blurry in that photo. Is that camera shake or is that how Bossy normally looks after a gazillion glasses of – nope. It’s camera shake.
Your hair is very beautiful : ). I’m glad you had fun!
Bossy should try peanut butter with banana and honey sandwiches. If it was good enough for Elvis, it’s good enough for Bossy.
My invitation must have slipped down behind bossy’s desk before it could be mailed.
This is too funny! Just stumbled onto your blog, love it!
You are soooooooooo funny. I love the way you write. Sounds like such a fun evening!
All those drinkies;) and food, yummy!
I love the photo of you. I am going to take those kind of me so people can kinda see me but not really;) I hate my pics;)
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Champagne is now the only thing Jenn drinks–no hangover even if you drink the whole bottle!
That looks like one of those places where I have to ask the waiter,
“Could I please have some FOOD with my meal?”
I thought I was the only one who ate peanut butter and butter sandwiches!
Franz seems to Liszt by that point of the party.
All that food sounds amazing! I think.
Maybe it was James Herriot…
I looked JUST like that last night. Only without the fabulous hair and the $120.00 dinner.
Dang, what did they put in that wine?! Hilarious recap and photos!
Ohhh, I had a dinner like that once, at a fancy french restaurant where I ate tiny little things I never would have considered eating except that I had waaaay too much fancy french wine and by the end of the meal I got in the car (passenger side!) and told my husband he better know how to get home because I didn’t even know where I was at that moment. Ouch.
That hair! I love great meals with good friends. I don’t drink wine (please close your mouth) but might start if it would guarantee an evening like yours.
Nobody’s mentioned Popeye and Olive Oyl yet! I love that (a) for some unknown, odd reason they’re gracing the countertop behind the Birthday Boy and (b) Bossy made a point of pointing them out. Okay, so WHY would such a classy upscale expensive joint have cheesy little dolls in it? And why is the usually tall lean Olive Oyl so short? I’m just full of questions today.
I want that much wine.
Did anybody else notice the Popeye spinach can holding the flower arrangement?
About that plate of little do-dads. It wasn’t served to you like that, was it? (Haven’t they ever seen Top Chef?!)
I’m assuming all of those glasses in both of the pictures are Bossy’s?
*burp*
Also? I second everyone’s opinion in here who is raving about your hair. Divine! (Rhymes with wine. And that is called APPROPRIATE.)
Bossy. You look so pretty!