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I like cheese. And wine.
Apr. 14th, 2019 04:29 pmNow it can be told: I spent much of last week getting ready for a wine and cheese party at chez moi for all the ladies whose parties I've attended but whom I've never invited over, with a few additions. Last night was the actual pah-tay.
Where it got tricky was the Tickler's issues with gluten. I took the bus all the way to Uwajimaya and back to get a sushi platter while wearing the Gallery Serpentine outfit, the winner of a poll. The driver on the way down called me to the front of the bus to tell me she liked it.
Alas, ailments and fatigue made what was bound to be a small party - my place can't hold that many comfortably - even smaller. I mean, it was nice, but do I want to go to that much trouble again for so few people? Knowing me, I probably will, because I get this kind of wild hair pretty regularly. Upsides: The Tickler hadn't had dinner and really needed that sushi, plus I now have hella cheese. Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup are on the menu when my son comes tomorrow evening.
Several days ago the Tickler said to me, "If only [Funny Lady] and I show up, that's a different party."
"Don't think that hasn't crossed my mind," I said. I should look into making that happen.
Brunch with the Tickler at Watson's Corner, a respectable new place on a run-down stretch of 15th Ave. in Ballard whose unpretentious hipness I grudgingly respect. I have a pet theory that soon the only places in Seattle where anything fun or cool can happen will be right on unwalkable major arterials with ridiculous amounts of car traffic; all the other real estate will be too expensive.
Where it got tricky was the Tickler's issues with gluten. I took the bus all the way to Uwajimaya and back to get a sushi platter while wearing the Gallery Serpentine outfit, the winner of a poll. The driver on the way down called me to the front of the bus to tell me she liked it.
Alas, ailments and fatigue made what was bound to be a small party - my place can't hold that many comfortably - even smaller. I mean, it was nice, but do I want to go to that much trouble again for so few people? Knowing me, I probably will, because I get this kind of wild hair pretty regularly. Upsides: The Tickler hadn't had dinner and really needed that sushi, plus I now have hella cheese. Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup are on the menu when my son comes tomorrow evening.
Several days ago the Tickler said to me, "If only [Funny Lady] and I show up, that's a different party."
"Don't think that hasn't crossed my mind," I said. I should look into making that happen.
Brunch with the Tickler at Watson's Corner, a respectable new place on a run-down stretch of 15th Ave. in Ballard whose unpretentious hipness I grudgingly respect. I have a pet theory that soon the only places in Seattle where anything fun or cool can happen will be right on unwalkable major arterials with ridiculous amounts of car traffic; all the other real estate will be too expensive.
