Arabesque last night
J and I headed to Swirl to catch up but instead had a lot people wanting to catch up with us so we got B&K to come with us to Arabesque for a late night dinner. We sat at the Moroccan copper table in the cozy bar perched on the stools and ordered hummus, Jericho chicken, kibbe, and cosmopolitans and talked about how we wish we could all be together for New Year’s Eve but instead B&K are going to a fancy dinner and J is going to a party and I’m having my own LaLa new year’s festivities and so we toasted instead to wanting to be with each other. A handsome man from Portugal who had been sitting at the bar went and got his guitar out of his car and sang to us in Portuguese – first the Girl from Ipanema and then a song he had written when he evacuated during Katrina – even in Portuguese we recognized the anguish and longing to be home he sang about. B elbowed me and said, “he’s cute, huh?” and I looked at her and said “I’m into girls these days honey” and her eyes grew wide.