Apparently "tapas" in Spanish means, "Very small amounts of food for very large amounts of money". Everything we had was quite delicious, but in such microscopic portions that it sort of flittered past the tongue on the way down. The bill at the end of the meal was punishing, and I was still starving. Their wine list was good, however - though I think I made a mistake when I asked the waitress to bring us something "fruity but dry, like English comedy." Hey, I think I'm hilarious, anyway.
Afterwards we went back to Aegon Blutarsky's house. Picture yourself in a Hollywood mansion. You're probably imagining something with art deco lines, a pool in the back yard, a circular driveway - something that's like a more intimate version of the Clampett's house in "Beverly Hilbillies". This iconic image is basically where they live - a beautiful house with a private guest-house attached, a sprawling back yard, and a gorgeous interior that's all smooth curves, light wood, and indirect lighting. It's a beautiful place - the kind of place that, if I picture myself succeeding beyond my wildest hopes, I might possibly end up myself - but only in a fantasy "this doesn't really happen" kind of way. So it was jarring to be sitting around their
It's good to get a glimpse of how the other half lives, before I slink back to poverty and insignificance. At least I have astonishingly cool friends!
