Date night with the girls
There’s nothing like a night out with the girls.
It’s a chance to renew your spirit and refresh your soul. An opportunity to visit someplace new, share good food and discuss everything and anything. Oh … and there’s laughter. Lots of it.
My girlfriends just happen to be relatives and that makes our dates even more special. No subject is off limits, no topic is too bizarre and the more riotous laughter involved in the storytelling, the better. It’s funny how busting a gut can completely reinvigorate you. I highly recommend it … often.
We dined at a place called Gervasi Vineyard & Italian Bistro. The restaurant is located in an old barn. The place was spectacular … elegant … breathtaking. Barn beams, stone fireplaces, wrought iron chandeliers — it was rustic elegance at its most opulent …
… both indoors and out. There are brick patios and walkways and gorgeous pavilions everywhere. (And keep in mind we saw this at night. I’m sure it’s truly wonderful in broad daylight!)
I selected the Tuscan short ribs. It was very good.
A couple of the girls had this dish …
It boasted four kinds of mushrooms and big, fat shrimp. It looked delectable.
The appetizers were the best part of the meal, in my book. I’m sorry to fall in love with iceberg lettuce, but this salad was absolutely to die for. It had some kind of gorgonzola cream sauce and sun-dried tomatoes, garlic croutons, balsamic vinaigrette … Yum!
The bruschetta was scrumptious.
And my red wine flight?
Delightful. The pinot noir was my favorite.
After dinner we headed back to the gift shop. I’d like to move in and literally set up shop. Spectacular. I came home with a sparkly silver Christmas ornament that says Joyous Noel.
I really, really know where this would look spectacular in my house. I wonder if the beam comes with it?
It was a wonderful night … spending time with friends is always wonderful, anywhere.
After the meal, we headed back to Aunt V’s house, put on our jammies and she pulled out the chocolate fondue pot. And the bowls of strawberries. And cherries. And macaroons. And biscotti. And … well. I can’t remember. All was lost in a chocolate haze.
I do know we talked and talked and talked until 3 a.m. And then we got up a few hours later and started all over again. She served us homemade waffles with fresh blueberries and raspberries and pecans and whipped cream. I felt pampered. Loved. Lazy. Marvelously relaxed.
I won’t need to eat anything until Thanksgiving and that should hold me over at least until the middle of next week. Uggh. The holidays sure have a way of fortifying the love handles. On the other hand, it’s definitely a time to gather with those you hold most dear and celebrate the life you’re living.
Happy holidays, dear friends!