I met one of my favorite sisters, Writers, cult board members this evening for cocktails. Having been raised under the influence of four intelligent, head strong, females, I find in my adult years I surround myself with a similar tribe.
And when these particular tribal members are red-headed Writers… watch out…
Neither myself nor my people do anything in halves. So when the two of us ordered a punch bowl of ginger cocktail to share and a cigarette-scented waiter held up an enormous crystal fish bowl accompanied with, “Are you sure?” Only one response fit.
“Yes. We’re sure.”
I had a lovely evening of gingery goodness preceded by a cucumber infused gimlet and followed up with a mysterious chocolatey concoction, straight drambuie, and a wide eyed waiter saying, “That’s impressive.”
In between there was turkish bread with sun dried tomato dip, tzatziki, and baba ganoush. There were rice balls with gooey, cheesy centers and sweet chili sauce and a bowl of warm olives saturated in red wine and balsamic vinegar.
A Streetcar Named Desire projected on an off-to-the-side movie screen while we talked about Europe and stories and covens and history. Personal history. The sort you only share with the people you love the most.
I walked my companion to the nearest tram where she was whisked away until we gather at an art gallery tomorrow evening. I came home and the puppies pulled me around the block so bloody fast they actually blew out the back tire of my bicycle.
I wrote a few poems earlier today, not quite ready to read them yet. But as far as days go… there’s isn’t anything more to chase.
4 thoughts on “window of writers. cocktails galore.”
I wish I’d been with you two loves, looks and sounds perfect xxx
Already counting hours until I see you tonight darling, how I have missed you!! x o x
My photo of you grinning above the punch bowl is so, so joyous – such a fabulous night!! Right down to Stanley Kowalski looming over us in all his white T-shirted glory. How I managed to bounce out of bed at 8am is beyond me 🙂
Thank you for such a wonderful night, my scribe sister x x x
Tee hee! Not only did we bounce from bed at crazy early hours… we ravaged the city once again this evening 🙂 Love to you amazing woman… here’s to many, many more punch bowls – on a variety of continents. x x
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