My friend Heapie called me Saturday at 9AM. His wife was sick and he and his friends had a reservation for 4 at The French Laundry that night. Did I want to come?(Reader's Note: I have been trying to eat there for nine years.)
So I said HELL YES and hopped on a plane (thanks mom!) and flew to up SFO and my brother picked me up at the BART station and gave me his car (thanks bro!) and I drove to Napa, changed in the car on a deserted back street, put on my makeup in the bathroom of the Vintage Inn, and rolled into one of the best restaurants in the United States, right on time for our 5:30 reservation.
Duuuuude....it was 9+ courses of bliss. Plus great wine and excellent company on a beautiful crisp hazy golden Northern California autumn night.
Thank you Heapie, from the bottom of my heart. You are the new King of Dirt. (One who has no fear of photographing his food while wearing loud print shirts in formal restaurants, thank god.)
I, however, am the Queen of Spontaneity, which I have often found to be the secret to The Best Life, Fo' Free.
This and Barack Obama in the same week. Damn.
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