dinner at the club

finally. the editor will be out west mingling with futurists and ceos, so wanted to do something nice for me before leaving.

it was even prettier inside than i'd thought. lots of oil paintings of guys in wigs and their sons in cravats. plush, posh, velvetty and seats and tables with curvy legs. surprising buzz in the room. i'd expected it to be far more hushed. great fun eavesdropping: stravinsky, mesopatamia, elizabeth I. brains all around. i counted only 3 other women out of about 75 people, lol.

i've eaten all over the world, but it was my first time getting a "ladies' menu," which i found quite funny and yet charming. poor waiter was definitely harried and the manager looked grumpy. i liked the food, the wines were good, the single malt smoky and just sweet enough while he had some ice cream thingie. we were ensconced in a corner by the window which felt romantic and nicely intimate. really, it was a lovely evening, followed by some very good hitty stuff.

he had a very early flight.

i cried and cried on my bed.