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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!




That Buddha is sworn to secrecy...

 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.

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.