gnocchi fun

See that? I slept in. Yes!

Last night We went to dinner ate prosciutto, bruschetta, gnocchi, ravioli and then some chocolate truffle ice cream.
I am finding I like this particular Italian restaurant we have taken to going now and then.
It is run by some fairly flamboyant Italians (which doesn't mean they are gay folks they just sound like they ought to be in some sort of silly movie) who are all arms and gestures. They make some nice simple italian food, and their presentation of desserts is delightful. They serve their lemon sorbet in a lemon!
More on that subject later.
After dinner because we are very exciting people. Andrew and I went grocery shopping. Yes it is a Friday night I am wearing my new fabulous shoes with the rhinestones and I am looking over dish sponges and chicken. (not at the same time)
We came home, put the groceries away, and watched "Lost in Translation". It is even more fun the second time around and it still made me cry.
Satisfying. Like the gnocci.

I am reading a galley copy of a very silly book that satirizes New York, Park Ave. Princesses, the overly rich who lack personality and the general Vogue/Vanity Fair jet set. Sometimes it is difficult to swallow because the satire is thin. Oh so thin. Anna Wintour thin.
If anyone is interested in reading it after me, let me know.

I need something to do today. Who wants to hang out?

We then had tea with Kevin Klein at Windsor Castle, which was nice.

Nothing like careful examination of your pores to bore yourself to tears.
I watched "Gosford Park" this afternoon while drinking tea and eating fig newtons.
Which was nice.

Now we are off to the Ballet.