Those last few weeks of July kept me hoppin’ in the studio. Realizing this past week was going to be fairly light, I decided to take the week off. Besides, my neck, shoulders, and back have both been addled by some kinks lately that definitely feel far more intrinsic than artistic so I figured a bit of relaxation would help.
Tuesday night I met up with MVX and we dropped in at the bar at Scarpetta, a recent fave, for dinner (great timing, great choice: the next day Scarpetta earned three stars from the NYTimes. Bruni is totally right about the tomato, btw…). After fritto misto, beet salad, and polenta with truffled mushrooms, we met up with a vanilla friend of mine at Union Square and we all went over to my studio to play Boggle.
I mentioned I was going to Barcelona again in September.
“But I won’t be going to bars, alone-a,” I giggled. I’d had a lot of wine.
“As long as you’re not wearing anything Gaudi.”
“Jamon! Who do you think I am?!”
“Serrano!”
“After Spain, I might go visit my friend in Brussels … but I’m waffling.”
“I’m a-Frites of what might happen…”
“Just don’t leave any Bruges, Troy.”
“Can’t say I give a good Van Damme if I do.”
“Well, have fun a-Ramblas through Europe!”
And, yes, I won the Boggle game.
Looks like someone was at the tapa her game.
Not to mention you’ll be the taco the town!
Eeeep … dommes play boggle. Heartbeats faster … palms get clammy … breathe … that’s it … breathe. 😀
Yet another example of why I sometimes just smile and nod as though I’m smart enough to understand you two.
You are a Troy-I-adore!
You’re pun-derful!