Saturday dinner and drinks with Maarten...White wine. I could not tell for sure if it was a sauvignon blanc. It was their house wine. The evening was incredibly warm. The refreshing cold white wine was a welcome respite from the heat, and it set the pace for the five-hour conversation that followed.
Red Wine. It was a Merlot. It was Italian. It was one of my personal favourites. We both finished our respective plates of pasta and the conversation drifted well into the night. We talked about the earthquake in China and the cyclone in Burma, the corrupt regimes and the dying children. We talked about new friends and past lovers; Love unrequited and Love obsessed.
Hazelnut Latte. Deuxième partie. We moved from the restaurant to the café. The friendly waitress recognised us. I greeted her and we quickly found our way to our favourite corner, the corner which had by now witnessed countless hours of debate between two friends. As always, the hazelnut latte was accompanied by the faithful teardrop teaspoon. Another friendly debate ensued.
Hot Chocolate. It has passed midnight now. There was still froth left in the latte cup and the teardrop spoon still shiny and unused, but it was time for drink number 4. The hot chocolate was served. And drunk. The conversation drew to a close, and so did the evening.
2 comments:
Give up all that stupid corporate paper shuffling and be a writer !
:) :)
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