You'd think I would have picked the Argentinian restaurant before the Patti "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" LuPone concert Thursday night, but no, I am saving that for my birthday next week. Instead I picked "California wine country cuisine." Doesn't that cover just about everything around here? Bouchon ("little cork") was very good.
The concert was great, but that Patti? She had her eye on my husband. Which wasn't too hard because we were in the front row. And he was wearing a red shirt. She sang songs about love and lust. And anytime she said lust, she looked right at him. At the end, she handed him a red rose.
And he, like a good husband, gave it to me.