One and half week into my new job and I'm still very fascinated by the fact that I now work right in the middle of the city. When I step outside the door there is people everywhere, and of course shops. Actually my office is located on the 4th floor of a department store. Yes, I can take the lift down and end up right in the middle of shoes, clothes, bags, make up or kitchenware. A big atrium also means I can stand by the office window looking at people going shopping. So far I haven't shouted at them for buying the wrong things, but you never know...
When it comes to my new job I'm currently suffering from information overload and my head is so tired when it's time to go home. At bedtime I start thinking again and I have woken up several times thinking about things and in what column they should go. Not really sure what that last thing means, other than I'm probably sorting the information without even thinking about it. I love the products the company sells and the aim to create global people. They did it with me 25 years ago so I know it works. I remember how amazing it was but also how it felt to be homesick or suffer from massive culture chock. I've been there too.
There is one thing I miss though and that's my "old partner in crime" whom I've tested ideas on for the last 5 years. At the moment I can only ask myself if it's right or wrong and then go with my instinct. But I'm sure the more I get to know people and they get to know me I'll find a new partner. One always does, and it's very good to broaden your horizons. Even when just playing with ideas. And it has only been a week and a half. Need to remind myself that Rome wasn't built in a day...
August 28, 2011
August 24, 2011
So much for that
Having read several books by Lionel Shriver before I was very happy to see that her latest So much for that was out in paperback when I was in London last month.
All of his working life Shep Knacker has saved up for an one-way ticket to a warmer place. By selling his business he actually becomes a millionaire, at least on the paper. The day he tells his wife he's going with or without her and their son, she tells him he can't because she needs his health insurance. She has been diagnosed with incurable cancer and their life is about to be turned upside down.
Not everyone can write a book about cancer and what happens to a family when a family member gets ill, but Shriver does it very well. With a lot of wit, intelligence and observations on illness and death it actually becomes a book about life and what makes us humans. I laughed, I cried and loved the end. It's a book that makes you think, but not in the way you think. Life is precious and it's up to you to what you make of it. Do what you think is right.
All of his working life Shep Knacker has saved up for an one-way ticket to a warmer place. By selling his business he actually becomes a millionaire, at least on the paper. The day he tells his wife he's going with or without her and their son, she tells him he can't because she needs his health insurance. She has been diagnosed with incurable cancer and their life is about to be turned upside down.
Not everyone can write a book about cancer and what happens to a family when a family member gets ill, but Shriver does it very well. With a lot of wit, intelligence and observations on illness and death it actually becomes a book about life and what makes us humans. I laughed, I cried and loved the end. It's a book that makes you think, but not in the way you think. Life is precious and it's up to you to what you make of it. Do what you think is right.
August 22, 2011
Vivat Bacchus
Still having a bit of a "thing" about South African wines my South African friend and acclaimed food-blogger Jeanne decided last month in London to show me once and for all that South Africa makes fabulous wines.
Jeanne took me to Vivat Bacchus in Farringdon whose motto is "Life is too short to drink bad wine". Owned by South Africans with great passion for food and wine it was totally the right place to go.
First we started out with trying some Whites before ordering food.
Lourensford Chardonnay 2010
Light yellow colour with a good concentration of grapefruit and fresh peaches.
Reyneke Chenin Blanc 2008
Deep yellow almost straw colour. Nose of green citrus,pears, peaches and flint.
Two fabulous wines just the way I want them. Can you tell I'm getting closer and closer to admit that South Africa make great wines?
It was then time for a starter. We decided to share a Champagne platter with Jesus de Lyon Saussicon, terrine, smoked duck breast, Montbriac, thymegoat's cheese ball and baguette. The cheese was of course to die for and I'm pretty sure both Jeanne and I were sighing with delight when eating every last bit of it.
After the starter we went on with trying some Reds.
Paul Cluver Pinot Noir 2009
Red garnet colour. Lots of wild berry fruits and some mushroom A long, lingering, velvety finish.
Springfield Whole Berry, Cabernet Sauvignon 2008
Red orangey colour. Fruit and berries mixed with green peppers.
Catherine Marshall Syrah/Grenache/Mouvedre 2008
Light red colour. Classic taste of black pepper, cumin, cardamom and ripe black plums.
Again, most amazing wines. Especially the Whole Berry which really wiped out all my thoughts about Cabernet Sauvignon being a boring and dull wine. To go with our reds wine we decided to go with a classic Springbok burger and sweet potato chips.
And to finish off a Sticky of course.
Paul Cluver Weisser Reisling, Nobel Late Harvest 2010
Golden colour. Packed with apricot, spice and honey.
So I hereby admit that South Africa make excellent wines. I'm very happy that Jeanne took the time to show me what South Africa has to offer both in wine and food. It's was an evening to remember. The only downside though it that I can only get two of those wines in Sweden and they need to be ordered on request. But that means of course that next time in London I need to try more excellent South African wines.
Jeanne took me to Vivat Bacchus in Farringdon whose motto is "Life is too short to drink bad wine". Owned by South Africans with great passion for food and wine it was totally the right place to go.
First we started out with trying some Whites before ordering food.
Lourensford Chardonnay 2010
Light yellow colour with a good concentration of grapefruit and fresh peaches.
Reyneke Chenin Blanc 2008
Deep yellow almost straw colour. Nose of green citrus,pears, peaches and flint.
Two fabulous wines just the way I want them. Can you tell I'm getting closer and closer to admit that South Africa make great wines? It was then time for a starter. We decided to share a Champagne platter with Jesus de Lyon Saussicon, terrine, smoked duck breast, Montbriac, thymegoat's cheese ball and baguette. The cheese was of course to die for and I'm pretty sure both Jeanne and I were sighing with delight when eating every last bit of it.
After the starter we went on with trying some Reds.
Paul Cluver Pinot Noir 2009
Red garnet colour. Lots of wild berry fruits and some mushroom A long, lingering, velvety finish.
Springfield Whole Berry, Cabernet Sauvignon 2008
Red orangey colour. Fruit and berries mixed with green peppers.
Catherine Marshall Syrah/Grenache/Mouvedre 2008
Light red colour. Classic taste of black pepper, cumin, cardamom and ripe black plums.
Again, most amazing wines. Especially the Whole Berry which really wiped out all my thoughts about Cabernet Sauvignon being a boring and dull wine. To go with our reds wine we decided to go with a classic Springbok burger and sweet potato chips.And to finish off a Sticky of course.
Paul Cluver Weisser Reisling, Nobel Late Harvest 2010
Golden colour. Packed with apricot, spice and honey.
So I hereby admit that South Africa make excellent wines. I'm very happy that Jeanne took the time to show me what South Africa has to offer both in wine and food. It's was an evening to remember. The only downside though it that I can only get two of those wines in Sweden and they need to be ordered on request. But that means of course that next time in London I need to try more excellent South African wines.
August 21, 2011
Fry Chronicles
One of my last memories of dad is him watching Fry & Laurie on Sunday night television. Mum and I watched it with him, but I don't think we got it as much as dad did. He really loved it and laughed very loud About 10 years later I finally got to understand the greatness of Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie, and I'm sure dad, in his heaven, let out a sigh of relief thinking that I sure took my time. But since then I've been hooked, especially Stephen Fry who I find highly intelligent, witty and oh so British.
The second instalment of his autobiography called Fry's Chronicles covers the years 1979 to 1987 starting with Cambridge and ending with cocaine. Years with Oxbridge friends Emma Thompson, Hugh Laurie, Ben Elton, Robbie Coltrane, Rowan Atkinson and many other now famous household names. What started as student theatre and comedy got them into television, the West End and now world-famous celebrity status. Throughout the book there is also a streak of darkness. Fry's constant battle with not thinking he's good enough and hence overdoing things from time to time, something that he's very honest about.
It's a witty and funny book, with touches of gossip and plenty of intelligent observations. A most enjoyable read.
The second instalment of his autobiography called Fry's Chronicles covers the years 1979 to 1987 starting with Cambridge and ending with cocaine. Years with Oxbridge friends Emma Thompson, Hugh Laurie, Ben Elton, Robbie Coltrane, Rowan Atkinson and many other now famous household names. What started as student theatre and comedy got them into television, the West End and now world-famous celebrity status. Throughout the book there is also a streak of darkness. Fry's constant battle with not thinking he's good enough and hence overdoing things from time to time, something that he's very honest about.
It's a witty and funny book, with touches of gossip and plenty of intelligent observations. A most enjoyable read.
August 18, 2011
The Savoy Grill
There are hotels and there are hotels. The Savoy for example. The Strand's Grand Old Lady for the last 122 years. In October last year she opened her doors again after a three year facelift.
Back in 2006 I dared to walk into the reception holding my head high pretending that I belonged there. Since I obviously didn’t I just took a quick peak before skulking out again, but one thing was for sure The Savoy is not only a hotel it's an institution.
Just as the hotel the restaurants and bars at The Savoy are classical grounds for fun and food. At the reopening last year The Savoy Grill (where Oscar Wilde, Winston Churchill, Marilyn Monroe and Frank Sinatra had their own tables) was taken over by Gordon Ramsay Holdings and Chef Patron Stuart Gillie.
Being a foodie and lover of fine dining The Savoy Grill then of course went on my list of places I want to go. When a friend told me that if I came to London for my birthday we would go to The Savoy Grill I could of course not resist.
This time entering through the revolving doors I felt like I belonged there, or at least I had a reason to be there. Wearing a dress but trainers (no one sane walk around in high heels in London) I found a quiet corner of the reception to change shoes. Immediately there was a man asking me if I need anything. Well, no... But yes... A toilet would be nice. This way Madam.
The toilet was not only a toilet but also rest room, powder room and almost changing room for the busy woman of today. Back in the reception I again felt a bit lost since there was no signs, and there he was again. The polite man in the grey suit. And of course the Savoy Grill was just in front of me next to the main entrance. Oh well...
My friend had already arrived so I was quickly showed to the table and the first question was - What would you like to drink, Madam? Champagne maybe? Haven woken up with a tad bit of a headache (to put it nicely) from the BBQ party the night before I hesitated for second or two, but then I thought it's my birthday. You only turn 39 once. The waiter went through a long list of lovely champagnes and vintages, before I simply decided to go with the house Champagne Ayala Brut Majeur.
Catching up on things with my friend it took a while before we had decided on what to eat. And of course the menu had so many things to chose from. After much going back and forth I decided to have the sirloin steak with hand-cut chips. My friend went with roasted saddle of lamb from the lunch trolley. Since it was birthday I got to decide the wine, and of course I picked a bottle of Australian Shiraz Grenache Mourvèdre blend - Butcher's Block from Turkey Flat. Just perfect!
The food arrived quickly and of course the chips came in a silver jar and the Béarnaise sauce in a silver gravy boat. But should I have expected anything else, really?! My sirloin steak was just perfect and the right colour of pink in the middle. Along with the wine, the company and the ambience this was turning into a birthday to remember.
It was then time for dessert, at least for me. And hey, I didn't have a starter... For once I didn't feel like chocolate, but still wanted to have something sweet and there it was - Strawberry soufflé with passion fruit and coconut sorbet. Sounded like a dream and tasted like one too. The inside of the soufflé pan had been coved with chocolate so I still got that perfect taste of chocolate.
As an end to our fabulous lunch we had espresso and of course excellent truffles and mini apricot gateaux as an extra treat. After two and half hours we forced ourselves to leave. Back on the Strand the hustle and bustle was almost too much so we quickly found refuge in Embankment Gardens where we spent the rest of the afternoon talking and having more coffee.
I guess one can say as well that there are birthdays and there are birthdays. Celebrating my 39th was definitely one of the better ones, especially since I got to do it for two days with all my very dear friends in my favourite city.
Back in 2006 I dared to walk into the reception holding my head high pretending that I belonged there. Since I obviously didn’t I just took a quick peak before skulking out again, but one thing was for sure The Savoy is not only a hotel it's an institution.
Just as the hotel the restaurants and bars at The Savoy are classical grounds for fun and food. At the reopening last year The Savoy Grill (where Oscar Wilde, Winston Churchill, Marilyn Monroe and Frank Sinatra had their own tables) was taken over by Gordon Ramsay Holdings and Chef Patron Stuart Gillie.
Being a foodie and lover of fine dining The Savoy Grill then of course went on my list of places I want to go. When a friend told me that if I came to London for my birthday we would go to The Savoy Grill I could of course not resist. This time entering through the revolving doors I felt like I belonged there, or at least I had a reason to be there. Wearing a dress but trainers (no one sane walk around in high heels in London) I found a quiet corner of the reception to change shoes. Immediately there was a man asking me if I need anything. Well, no... But yes... A toilet would be nice. This way Madam.
The toilet was not only a toilet but also rest room, powder room and almost changing room for the busy woman of today. Back in the reception I again felt a bit lost since there was no signs, and there he was again. The polite man in the grey suit. And of course the Savoy Grill was just in front of me next to the main entrance. Oh well...
My friend had already arrived so I was quickly showed to the table and the first question was - What would you like to drink, Madam? Champagne maybe? Haven woken up with a tad bit of a headache (to put it nicely) from the BBQ party the night before I hesitated for second or two, but then I thought it's my birthday. You only turn 39 once. The waiter went through a long list of lovely champagnes and vintages, before I simply decided to go with the house Champagne Ayala Brut Majeur. Catching up on things with my friend it took a while before we had decided on what to eat. And of course the menu had so many things to chose from. After much going back and forth I decided to have the sirloin steak with hand-cut chips. My friend went with roasted saddle of lamb from the lunch trolley. Since it was birthday I got to decide the wine, and of course I picked a bottle of Australian Shiraz Grenache Mourvèdre blend - Butcher's Block from Turkey Flat. Just perfect!
The food arrived quickly and of course the chips came in a silver jar and the Béarnaise sauce in a silver gravy boat. But should I have expected anything else, really?! My sirloin steak was just perfect and the right colour of pink in the middle. Along with the wine, the company and the ambience this was turning into a birthday to remember. It was then time for dessert, at least for me. And hey, I didn't have a starter... For once I didn't feel like chocolate, but still wanted to have something sweet and there it was - Strawberry soufflé with passion fruit and coconut sorbet. Sounded like a dream and tasted like one too. The inside of the soufflé pan had been coved with chocolate so I still got that perfect taste of chocolate.
I guess one can say as well that there are birthdays and there are birthdays. Celebrating my 39th was definitely one of the better ones, especially since I got to do it for two days with all my very dear friends in my favourite city.
August 16, 2011
Touch of autumn
For the last couple of days (or is it last week?) the weathermen have banged on about that autumn is around the corner. In the north there is even talks about frost. I don't want it to be true, but there are signs of autumn everywhere. The leaves in the trees have another sound when the wind is blowing. The sound is harder as from drier leaves. Still no yellow leaves, but another month or so... Eeek!
Another sign is the light in the evenings. It's now getting dark around 9pm. For some of you that is still very late I know, but not here. We know what awaits – darkness, and a lots of it. But since I'm still on leave (just a few days left) I still think it's summer and refusing trousers or shoes without an open toe or heel. Let's come back in a month and talk autumn, not now.
Another sign is the light in the evenings. It's now getting dark around 9pm. For some of you that is still very late I know, but not here. We know what awaits – darkness, and a lots of it. But since I'm still on leave (just a few days left) I still think it's summer and refusing trousers or shoes without an open toe or heel. Let's come back in a month and talk autumn, not now.
August 14, 2011
Ready
With a few days left before starting my new job I feel ready as much as I can be and well-rested too. Yes, well-rested. It's almost a strange feeling to wake up feeling great and not having to drag yourself out of bed. Wonder how long it will last though... Well, shouldn't go there. Yet.
I also feel ready for work and autumn (Eek, I just said one of the things I dread most – autumn) with a full freezer, a full pantry and cleaned out closets. Silly, I know but being a bit of a planner and control freak it means I need to have some things in order to be able to go back to being busy.
There is one thing I'm not fully in control of yet – being back on the health wagon. Being home all day it's so easy to nibble on things and when cooking dinner it's so nice to do it along with a glass of wine. I've been out running twice in the last month and a half. A course not very good runs, but I've felt great afterwards. Just need to do it again, but very conveniently there is book to read or a dish to cook instead of putting on my trainers. I also need to find a new gym that's close to my new office or on the way home. Going half cross town to my current one will not work. Tried it before, and failed miserable. So tomorrow, time to go gym hunting.
I also feel ready for work and autumn (Eek, I just said one of the things I dread most – autumn) with a full freezer, a full pantry and cleaned out closets. Silly, I know but being a bit of a planner and control freak it means I need to have some things in order to be able to go back to being busy.
There is one thing I'm not fully in control of yet – being back on the health wagon. Being home all day it's so easy to nibble on things and when cooking dinner it's so nice to do it along with a glass of wine. I've been out running twice in the last month and a half. A course not very good runs, but I've felt great afterwards. Just need to do it again, but very conveniently there is book to read or a dish to cook instead of putting on my trainers. I also need to find a new gym that's close to my new office or on the way home. Going half cross town to my current one will not work. Tried it before, and failed miserable. So tomorrow, time to go gym hunting.
August 09, 2011
Sleepless
Well not in Seattle, but in Sweden. For the second night in a row I've gone to sleep around 23:00-23:30 and then woken up by 2 am and been awake for about 2 hours. This is incredible rare for me. I actually don't know if it have ever happened before. Of course I have had restless nights tossing and turning, but not fully awake wondering if I should get up or not.
The first night I blamed it on having had popcorn right before bed and being thirsty. Also that I had had wine, which has never been a problem before. Another reason could simply be that I'm on my 5th week of leave and is becoming rather well rested.
Rather surprising I didn't feel tired yesterday and was therefore expecting a good night's sleep when going to bed, but no. During the evening I started getting texts and tweets from friends all over London about looting, robbing and arson. As the footage also came in and watching BBC news I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. Just horrid and unbelievable! By bedtime I had thankfully heard from all friends and they were safe and sound, even though some of them had or was definitely too close to where the riots were going on.
What broke my heart the most was probably the lawlessness and lack of respect for people and property. Why trashing your own community (and others as well) just so you can get new trainers and TVs? I don't get it. I'm not surprised though that it's happening. Somewhere along the road it seems like Britain has forgotten about its youth and the people being lesser off (yes, it's social liberal in me talking) We have it here too. Kids growing up in areas where both parents (if you still live both your parents) live on well-fare and from a young age you know that there is no future for you. I don't know any solutions, but the problem will not go away and from time to time I'm sure we will see riots like this. Unfortunately. Anyhow, this article from The Independent explains a lot better what I'm thinking about.
So what about my good night's sleep? Not so good. Right after falling asleep I had a text from a London friend saying he was fine, but London was burning. So again, awake between between 2 and 4 am with all kind of thoughts. Sigh! Catching up with friends tonight. Hopefully a night of laughter, food and drinks will make me both relaxed and sleepy when time comes.
The first night I blamed it on having had popcorn right before bed and being thirsty. Also that I had had wine, which has never been a problem before. Another reason could simply be that I'm on my 5th week of leave and is becoming rather well rested.
Rather surprising I didn't feel tired yesterday and was therefore expecting a good night's sleep when going to bed, but no. During the evening I started getting texts and tweets from friends all over London about looting, robbing and arson. As the footage also came in and watching BBC news I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. Just horrid and unbelievable! By bedtime I had thankfully heard from all friends and they were safe and sound, even though some of them had or was definitely too close to where the riots were going on.
What broke my heart the most was probably the lawlessness and lack of respect for people and property. Why trashing your own community (and others as well) just so you can get new trainers and TVs? I don't get it. I'm not surprised though that it's happening. Somewhere along the road it seems like Britain has forgotten about its youth and the people being lesser off (yes, it's social liberal in me talking) We have it here too. Kids growing up in areas where both parents (if you still live both your parents) live on well-fare and from a young age you know that there is no future for you. I don't know any solutions, but the problem will not go away and from time to time I'm sure we will see riots like this. Unfortunately. Anyhow, this article from The Independent explains a lot better what I'm thinking about.
So what about my good night's sleep? Not so good. Right after falling asleep I had a text from a London friend saying he was fine, but London was burning. So again, awake between between 2 and 4 am with all kind of thoughts. Sigh! Catching up with friends tonight. Hopefully a night of laughter, food and drinks will make me both relaxed and sleepy when time comes.
August 04, 2011
London then and now
I love London and have for the last 25 years. Hopefully I will for the rest of my life as well. Endless are the hours spent walking with friends and by myself looking at buildings, sites and landmarks. It's not just the big things I find interesting. Au contraire, it's the little things I find most interesting and how the city has changed over the years.
Last week having some time over before meeting a friend for lunch I wandered into the National Gallery. I hadn’t been there for ages, and it was just so nice and relaxing to walk around watching paintings without a real plan on what to see. Leaving I of course had to stop by the museum shop. Shops at big museums are usually very good and you can find so many interesting things there and of course the National Gallery was no exception.
One area was dedicated to London with colouring books and tiny Paddingtons for the little ones, guidebooks for the tourists and history books for the real London buffs. It was there I found London then and now. A photo book with photos from late 1890's-1920's and photos from exact same spot today. Quite a little gem for the London lover. So for the last couple of days I've been comparing the then and now pictures and sometimes even I have looked at the map to make sure I know exactly where that spot/building is located. Probably a bit crazy or maybe a lot crazy, but that's what you do when you love things...
Last week having some time over before meeting a friend for lunch I wandered into the National Gallery. I hadn’t been there for ages, and it was just so nice and relaxing to walk around watching paintings without a real plan on what to see. Leaving I of course had to stop by the museum shop. Shops at big museums are usually very good and you can find so many interesting things there and of course the National Gallery was no exception.
One area was dedicated to London with colouring books and tiny Paddingtons for the little ones, guidebooks for the tourists and history books for the real London buffs. It was there I found London then and now. A photo book with photos from late 1890's-1920's and photos from exact same spot today. Quite a little gem for the London lover. So for the last couple of days I've been comparing the then and now pictures and sometimes even I have looked at the map to make sure I know exactly where that spot/building is located. Probably a bit crazy or maybe a lot crazy, but that's what you do when you love things...
August 02, 2011
Birthday BBQ
I'm a summer child. Born right in the middle of summer. Apparently if I hadn’t been so eager to make an appearance into the world I would have been born late August instead of late July. Oh well, I've always been in a bit of a hurry...
But being born in the middle of the summer means that birthdays have always been a bit of a miss. Growing up I was always away on holiday with my parents when it was time for birthday. During my teens I was usually away in the UK or US, with my parents being home in Sweden. The people I stayed with usually did their best to make it a great birthday, but quite early I learnt to don't think about it too much. It was just another day. Now as an adult if I'm home on my birthday all my friends are gone and if they are home I'm gone somewhere. It just doesn't work out very well... So to be honest the last couple of years I haven't cared very much. The last birthday I celebrated properly was probably my 30th and that's been a while...
In April a London friend told me in that if came over for my birthday in July we would go to the Savoy. A very good reason to start celebrate my birthday again. When I told the Rivington Lobster Massacre Ladies that I was in town for my birthday it only meant one thing – a birthday BBQ in E & G's back garden.
When I finally arrived on Sunday, both late and bothered after flying in on the worse low-cost airlines of them all (Ryan Air), they were all there waiting for me. The Rivington Lobster Massacre Ladies, the Other Gal Pals, Husbands and Kid. I was proclaimed the birthday girl which I also now have a button to prove it with.
There was Champagne, there was chips and dip, there was food en masse. Of course there was cake, there was birthday presents and there were lots of Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc. The sun also decided to joins us after many days of absence. Just perfect! I couldn’t have had better (a day before) birthday BBQ .
So a big thank you Rivington Lobster Massacre Ladies, the Other Gal Pals, Husbands and Kid for making my birthday something to celebrate and remember again. You're the best!
But being born in the middle of the summer means that birthdays have always been a bit of a miss. Growing up I was always away on holiday with my parents when it was time for birthday. During my teens I was usually away in the UK or US, with my parents being home in Sweden. The people I stayed with usually did their best to make it a great birthday, but quite early I learnt to don't think about it too much. It was just another day. Now as an adult if I'm home on my birthday all my friends are gone and if they are home I'm gone somewhere. It just doesn't work out very well... So to be honest the last couple of years I haven't cared very much. The last birthday I celebrated properly was probably my 30th and that's been a while...
In April a London friend told me in that if came over for my birthday in July we would go to the Savoy. A very good reason to start celebrate my birthday again. When I told the Rivington Lobster Massacre Ladies that I was in town for my birthday it only meant one thing – a birthday BBQ in E & G's back garden.
When I finally arrived on Sunday, both late and bothered after flying in on the worse low-cost airlines of them all (Ryan Air), they were all there waiting for me. The Rivington Lobster Massacre Ladies, the Other Gal Pals, Husbands and Kid. I was proclaimed the birthday girl which I also now have a button to prove it with.There was Champagne, there was chips and dip, there was food en masse. Of course there was cake, there was birthday presents and there were lots of Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc. The sun also decided to joins us after many days of absence. Just perfect! I couldn’t have had better (a day before) birthday BBQ .
So a big thank you Rivington Lobster Massacre Ladies, the Other Gal Pals, Husbands and Kid for making my birthday something to celebrate and remember again. You're the best!
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