mmm good

So remember how Olivier and I were supposed to go to dinner with some famous writer we randomly met? Well, we did, and it was faaaabulous. Somewhere in the mountains overlooking Bogota we essentially crashed this guy's birthday party at some fancy-schmancy restaurant with an amazing view of the city. It could have been Diamand Peak in San Francisco or Montmartre in Paris. Yes, we were invited, but since we'd only met him the day before it was a little odd to be hanging out with his friends, some of whom dated back to when he was 18 years old, or, like us, had met him randomly the day before.

The wine ... oh god, it was so good. Some great Spanish stuff, none of that sugary BS Spanish wine usually is. And It just kept flowing. The service was such that when you were taking your last sip the waiter was just on his way over with a new bottle. Yes, between the service and the locale and the view, this was an evening we'll likely never have again in Bogota. Way too classy for a couple of dudes in jeans, sneakers, and suit jackets to pretend we were classy enough.

Actually though, the whole thing was really casual and cool, just a bunch of people who didn't know each other getting tipsy and chatting the night away. Even me! The problem was that there was no food, and Olivier and I had foolishly assumed that since it was a restaurant we would at some point sit down to eat. Instead we just enjoyed glass after glass, and had to stop for a hamburger on the way home to clear away some of the booze.

An important meeting with the directors of the research program of Marguerite and I awaits at 8am. It's now 12:38am. If not for the burger, and the Destiny's Child/Beyonce documentary on TV at the burger place/gas station, I don't think I'd be able to make it. Did all of you know that Destiny's Child broke up and Beyonce went her own way and became the superstar she is today? I sure didn't, but I feel better for knowing it now, though that could just be the wine talking.