AfricanKelli

My first day with no television was easy enough. I met my friend John after work for dinner downtown. He has one of those swanky Frank Lloyd Wright-inspired apartments that make you turn in circles to take in all the subtle details. I tease him that Architecture Digest is going to show up any minute demanding a cover shoot. He is my Will, and I am his Grace, so to speak.

Because John lives downtown and has a social circle completely enclosed from my own, he always knows of amazing little restaurants I’ve never even heard of. Last night was
Richardson’s. Tucked in a tiny shopping plaza, you enter the small restaurant to find shiny, smooth wood booths, dark wood shutters on the windows, casting a thoughtful cool shade, and the scent of a pecan woodstove floating above. (The place is a tree’s worst nightmare.) Richardson’s specializes in New Mexican cuisine, which is typically not one of my favorites. If I’m going southwest, I usually prefer Mexican hot, not New Mexican tang. Regardless, I inhaled a green chili burger with poblano mashed potatoes. Delish!

Dinner was capped off with a trip to our favorite dessert locale — The Gelato Spot. We try different flavors each time we go. (Okay, we’ve only been twice, but we decided last night this is the new tradition.) I had a scoop of Grand Marnier and a scoop of Peanut Butter Cup. It was melt-in-your-mouth heavenly, with an extra surprise. I’m convinced the Grand Marnier actually had booze in it because I’ve never before had that type of buzz after eating.

By the time I made it home, it was 7 pm. (Yes, I get off of work early.) I took a bath, enjoyed the latest issue of People (Jen, I’d be sad too. But you look great!) and knit until I got sleepy. I will admit there was some itch to turn on the television when I was trying to fall asleep, but I resisted.

So far, so good. (But still, no major progress on the book. Today is a new day.)

Cheers,

AK