I’m totally that kind of dame, internet. It’s true. The sort of broad that likes all things bold: my Scotch, my steak, my martini, my words, my glasses of red, my convictions and my men. I love things that have something to say, that make me think and will always prefer to hear from people who have a well thought-out and researched opinion about life, food, politics--whatever floats your proverbial boat (DIRTY!)—even (and especially!*) if it differs from mine. I have never been a fan of the mamby-pamby. If there’s passion evident in something? I’m like a moth to a dingdang flame, y’all. Believe it.
I think one of the greatest joys in life is a dirty martini (extra cold, extra olives!), a salty, seared filet (finished with a leeeeetle pat of good butter), a red leather booth in a dark restaurant and a passionate conversation. Further, if it’s storming outside, past 10PM, there’s some kind of blue cheese iceburg wedge with crispy bacon, a delicious potato situation, brussells sprouts, chocolate and port, the music is heavy with strings and horns, and I have a flawless, dark red manicure? I’m pretty sure that’s what it’ll be like in Heaven**. It’s like I want to live in a mobster movie…in the ‘50’s. Fun! (Do I need a thigh flask to smuggle in my hooch?! Maybe so!) Leave the gun, take the cannoli!
I feel the same way about a dinner party. An eclectic group with lots to say, a beautiful table, a swoonable menu, strong pours, lots of bubbles and candlelight? There's not much better. Those are times and memories I cherish and adore. I’ve been waxing poetic about how I’ve been fortunate enough to have had many, special nights like that, and I feel so lucky to be the kind of gal who has so many other people in her life that consider them great pleasures, too. I’m like a magnet for like-minded hedonists and consider it a true blessing. The people I hold dearest come together at a table in this life in times of both celebration and defeat. Come sit next to me for a Cheers and Cin Cin! Or if we just need to figure out what happens next.
|That Buddha is sworn to secrecy...|
What are your great pleasures?
* I do so love me a drunken debate...as some of you know.
**What happens if Heaven is actually a Ruth’s Chris? Good enough…I’m not opposed to a high-end chain, you guys.