photo is not by the lovely and talented Kami, who married an old friend of mine, but I did yank it from her collage
So it was that after sending El Guille to an early bed for clocking me in the face with a plastic fireman, I put on my Spring09 play list and drove up to Highland to meet friends for dinner. I arrived at the Blue Lemon just after the sun dipped below the Oquirrh and the thick navy settled.
Steeling myself to meet new people, and to not completely lose my mind with hyperactivity, I grabbed my purse and walked through the door. (I must tell you that the mini glass subway tiles on the back wall of the bistro had me gasping in delight.)
I found Lindsay already ensconced in a round booth with Marie and Kelsey. I think it’s a capital idea to try a new place with new friends, don’t you? Allison invited me to sit opposite her on the banquette, and then leaned over with grave intimacy and said, “Please tell me you’re caffeinating.” I laughed and showed her my rootbeer, to her immediate disappointment.
(Maybe if I’d caffeinated I wouldn’t have spilled half of the boutique rootbeer down my shirt.)
The conversation turned quickly to controversies of all natures: cross-nursing (two in favor, three skeptics) makeup (one pro, four grimace) blogland cliques (another birthed at this very table?) and what so-and-so really did at such-and-such (too shocking to print.)
(So I won’t.)
The tête-à-tête steps on the gas to match the speed of the dishes arriving at the tables. Stephmodo whispers that she likes the color of my top at the same time that I gush over Your Heart Out (and the adorable Ms. Buell.)
I must also tell you that I fell head over heels for the butternut squash soup the minute it slid to a fast stop next to me. I can’t resist you, nutmeggy-sweetness.
(I should start calling the baby Nutmeggy Sweetness.)
(Although he might resist homemade croutons being placed on his head.)
The volume turns a little louder and I wonder what the slick business men lounging under the tulip column must think of our mad party. Just a bunch of moms? College roommates? Former ice capade queens?
Just then the girls have a cracking idea that might drive us to fame or ruin…
Spring09 Play List
The Fear – Lily Allen
Shake It – Metro Station
1901 – Phoenix
You, Me, & The Bourgeoisie – The Submarines
The ’59 Sound – Gaslight Anthem
Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games – Of Montreal
A&E – Goldfrapp
Strawberry Swing – Coldplay
The World We Live In – The Killers
As Tall As Cliffs – Margot and the Nuclear So & So’s
Tidal Wave – The Killers
Spring09 Meet Me At Blue Lemon Must
Butternut Squash Soup
Baked Mac and Cheese