I always say that winter is my favorite season (perhaps it's because I have fair skin that burns easily and I tend to wear a lot of the heat-hording color black, or maybe it's because a fireplace is my only indispensable appliance...), but this summer has, so far, proved to be exceptional.
Friday night Nicki and I had dinner at Blue Plate, where I chose a glass of the Tempranillo from the "Risque" section of the wine list, before seeing one of her favorite musicians, Grant Lee Phillips, at Cafe du Nord. The show was sold out when we arrived, but it was our lucky day. We both managed to get in thanks to two patrons, one of whom proved to be a particularly charming and well-traveled person, so we ever so quickly befriended him and began our interrogation of his habits and interests.
In Nicki's overview of the evening she neglects to mention the besotted, rock-star-like Australian who was so enamored of her (and equally drunk on spirits and possibly other substances) that all he could do was simply kiss her jacketed shoulder like a penitent and adoring monk placing his lips reverently to the hem of St. Theresa of Avila's gown. It was a sight to behold.
On Saturday Linda and I watched French heartthrob Romain Duris (The Beat That My Heart Skipped) get/lose/get/lose/get women in Russian Dolls, the sequel to the international traveler's favorite L'Auberge Espagnole. Afterward we met up with her friend David who took us to the fabulous Savannah Jazz club.
Sunday I woke up knowing that the only place I wanted to be was in the Medieval and Renaissance wing of The Legion of Honor Museum, where I was lucky enough to be the only person signed up for the European tour. I decided it was time that I learned a bit more about some of my favorite paintings. I have secrets to share, but I will save them for another day. After a champagne cocktail brunch with my friend Ryan who's leaving for Japan for a few weeks and a stop at Green Apple to unsuccessfully hunt for a used copy of an essay collection by Wendell Berry, I enjoyed a peaceful sunset at my new favorite spot.
It was there that I found myself wishing, if only summer could last forever...
Image: St. Theresa In Ecstasy by Bernini
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