We started at the R Bar on Royal, and I couldn't pass up the chance to
At Mimi's...we'd gone there to eat, and were a little disappointed at first because it's more club with tapas than sit-down meal. We put our forks in our pocket (note forks in pockets blaring speaker in the heat and tried to have the fun we really wanted to have. All we had to do was be patient (and drink more!)
Hey! That's my fork!
Ready? Set! Go!
Well, the tapas came out of the kitchen--little plates of manchego cheese with sauteed mushrooms on toast, calamari in cream sauce, cooked down stews in rich sauces, and we passed them around, along with more beers, forks out of pockets, and shared delicious morsels with friends and strangers to the pulse of loud music, through a smoky haze of liquor and dissipating inhibition... a uniquely New Orleans moment that I was happy to have.
And how could I not resist a pic of Denice and Dave getting a ride to their car in the back of Paulette's mini-van. At least last night I would've dubbed it The Party Wagon.
I am all about some more grown-up time with my friends, and more of these kinds of Mardi Gras moments...It's great to be in good company.
2 comments:
Sounds like a great nite!
Those legs look so familiar....do I know that man/he-she?
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Too funny, Georgia! The thought never crossed my mind, but I'll look at that pic with new eyes now.
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