Awesome night, the perfect cure to my essay blues. Aristotle in the bottle night.. Great food, caviar and cream on toasted panini.. yum... Champagne.. Black Current wine.. Malbec, Chardonnay, Cab/Merlots.. *sigh* I was in heaven. And I was dressed like a watador. Half waiter, half matador. As in, when a waiter runs away and into a bullring with a red napkin. Ergo - watador. Sexy. Sexier with caviar and champagne.
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