Chasing the Blues Away
The Good Egg ladies, past and present, have been in a collective funk. We have our reasons: professional malaise, academic ennui, the gents.
Wallow in self pity? Nope. Beth, Annie, Diane, and I decided to funify (Latin, “to make funner”) our lives via a special event: The Roaming Dinner.
We began at Diane’s house with a homey, Mexican-inspired course of quesadillas, cilantro-flecked salsa, and spicy beer. Her musician roomies serenaded us with a jam session, while we discussed the perfect ratio of beer to hot sauce. To test our theory, we had another round of drinks. Onwards.
Beth’s good-natured flatmates were slumped on the sofas when we walked in. Joining them, we dove into their massive bowl of nail polish bottles while sipping our classy pear-infused cocktails. Several coats of polish later, Beth brought out bowls of warm and healthy pistou soup. Just the thing before heading back into the cold.
My house next. I popped open a bottle of Cava while our next course was getting steamy. We drank the whole bottle and ate 3 lbs of mussels cooked in a curried coconut broth. Heroes. Slurring, I answered a call from The Black Hoof. They had a table for us.
Predictably, we ordered scallops in crack sauce. Hoof impressario Corey Mintz was in the house, and joined us for a drink. I said something rude, and off he went. As did we.
Annie. A team player. Good and drunk we stumbled into her home expecting more food and drink with an appetite for neither. She poured shots of vodka which we drank like champs and chased back with smoked salmon and capers. The perfect post-Opera snack.
All better now.