Yesterday was a mighty full day at the Day Jobbe trade show here in Las Vegas. Afterwards, I went to dinner with friends here at Picasso’s in the Bellagio. The conversation was wide ranging and excellent, and the food was, well, nigh indescribable.
ZOMG, that was the finest meal I’ve eaten in years. It began with an amuse-boche which was a tapas-style chicken fritter, followed by a roasted quail and field greens salad, followed by foie gras steak and braised pineapple followed by fallow dear medallions with pickled cabbage and new potatoes, followed by an absolutely bizarre and wondrous dessert of chocolate truffle beignets plus chocolate-dipped peanut butter ice cream, plus part of one my fellow diners’ cheese plate.
I blew my diet from here to Mars, but wow. Back to virtue today.
Odd, unhappy dreams last night, first of calendula_witch, then of me and Mother of the Child involved in some madcap blues music adventure with Charles Barkley wearing a Don King wig.
In retrospect, I’m not sure I should have eaten that meal after all.
Also, I did manage to squeeze in an hour of effort on Kalimpura revisions, just barely.
Walked the Strip this morning again in the other direction, toward Mandalay Bay. Not quite as obnoxious as yesterday’s walk, and I continue to admire the architecture. Though in truth the Luxor mostly makes me think of the Tyrell Corporation.
Even more full today — including the closing reception I think I’m working about 12 hours straight through. A facilities tour tomorrow, then flying home just in time to hop it for Kauai on Thursday morning with the_child.
Be well, write more, stay busy, wherever you are and whatever you are doing.