Ah, book club, how I love thee. It's just so damn much fun. Every month, for like seven years, some girlfriends and I have gotten together to have a couple of drinks, catch up, and very, very occasionally talk about a book.
It's not that I don't get quality time elsewhere, but to be in the company of some really together, smart, accomplished women and just enjoy each other's company - pure bliss. As a group we've increased in size; decreased in size; gone through boyfriends, jobs, rough patches, marriages, births, and the blending of families.
Tonight was no exception. Having abandoned the hostess/formal book selection ruse in favor of the bar/drinks format, we all arrived ready to nosh and gab. Even though the chosen watering hole was closed to the general public, they stepped up to the plate and accommodated us outside, where it was perfectly pleasant. As an added bonus, the featured wine was Bitch, no really, it was. So in summary:
- Appetizer - $18
- Flight of wine - $15
- Bottle of Bitch - $25
- To be able to step back once a month and just hang out - priceless
The bar allowed us to take home the unconsumed portion of the bottle of wine, and after seven years there will definitely be a next time. So, lest you were worried, there's plenty of Bitch left (wine and otherwise.)
3 comments:
I've got an extra bottle of Bitch for ya! ;)
Wait a minute. Let me get this strait... You had an unconsumed portion of a bottle of wine at the end of the night? I've never heard of that happening before.
you try chasing around an almost-two-year-old and see if you can polish off a bottle of wine and still function the next day : )
I'm still in the phase of being the one who is chased. Usually it's boys with gifts of liquor.
And speaking of that... do I have a story to tell you! I'll save it for a phone call, rather than a blog. It's a story of South Florida at it's finest.
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