Despite the pain of losing my Treo in a cab at the end of the day, it really was a nice birthday yesterday, taken all in all. A great part was the two hour conversation I had when Venu and I met up at Pierre Gourmet -- we sat outside, drank wine, ate nibblies and talked feverishly about life and sex and boys and books. The poor girl listened to me talk about my nonfiction book for a good hour, I swear, helping me think out some of the finer political points. Once I have a full draft, I'm definitely going to have to get her to read it. I'm sad I won't be seeing her for the next five months, but we've decided that we're going to try to develop a phone relationship. :-) We'll see how it goes.
I want to talk about the meet-up at Viand that followed, but I'm going to save it for the next entry...