It’s been years and years now and I still remember where most of us met. Not really the how, but in my memory it plays out like some Warhol party from the seventies – bare brick walls swaged in purple linen, the clever (and too obvious to be obvious) overhead lighting, a constant wash of verbs and nouns rinsing into the lyrical tinkle of cocktail glasses – cabal of… well, I suppose I could say it. Cabal of the elite.

Like the urchin at the window glass, I was never a writer. Never, never-ever. I just got lucky and managed to trip my way into this fashion-press of creativity with all the style and panache of an elephant on rollerblades - careful for the knees. But as I’ve said, this is years ago now… back when it all felt so very think-tank. When it never occurred to me that what was happening was really… something. Like Socrates and Plato sitting under a murderous sun discussing life. Philosophizing until someone had to take a piss and probably even then! Aristotle easing something quippy into the dirt before the shake.

The other day, this gorgeous thing I met – once upon a time – well, she played this little game. She wanted all these sexy geniuses (geniusi?) on her flist to link to just one post, their best post of 2007. I admit, as probably many did when they saw it, I squealed out loud. Right into my fist. It had this feel to it, the same one I got about a hundred years ago now when we all first met. When, man, when everything out of someone’s mouth felt like soulful meta. I knew it was going to be amazing and it was.

I have changed so much since then. We all have. I am still shock-stunned, jaw-drop of crazy astonishment, when I think of how many years we’ve known each other, how none of us has ever met, how we all vanish and come back together like gravity’s at play. Never more reason to put faith in one’s karass than this.

I miss… I miss those days and I love you guys.

So instead of getting into how awesome and incredible last night was, 'cause lemme tell ya, it was both awesome and incredible (incredibly fucking awesome), allow me to tell you what a whore I am for ... tapas.

I had the most amazing food last night. Sun-dried tomato coulee and this sinful-to-die-for green olive tampenade with garlic brushed crostini, and fresh, creamy Havarti, grape leaves stuffed with feta and black olive salad, cajun hummus (I'm not big on the chick-pea, but this was unreal!), oven-roasted shitake with gorgonzola and chile oil, artichoke dip! etc. etc. It was so good I think I may have found tapas-Nirvana.

Tonight I made baby red potatoes with chives and fresh dill. It's okay, don't hate. I made enough for everyone, so you can all come over and enjoy it too. Man, I could never give up meat, I enjoy steak way too much, but there are plenty of days I'm happy not eating it.

In case you missed it, last night? Was incredible. -grin- I'll miss you both.

I don't think I've seen a stronger endorsement for a drug addiction since the Meth commercial in 2000. What a clever little ditty. Ooooh Meth, mmmm Meth!