A week ago I received this invite from Spain Wines and immediately thought of making it an excuse to see my old friend M. She is a native of Barcelona, we used to work together in an architectural firm all these years ago. She’s now always on business trips around the world and it’s difficult to coordinate a meet. (She will be coming to my BD dinner at Le Cirque next Fri, though).
Who’s best to appreciate Rioja with if not with a Catalan! – you’d think. Not with this Catalan, as it turned out. M became a health lifestyle addict: works out every evening and doesn’t consume “red” (wine and meat). So I had to call in another former coworker-friend of mine, Jorge. Ecuadorian is a viable substitute for a Catalan…right. All the way he was asking waiters to speak English!
No, Rioja and couple others (names forgotten immediately) did their trick, anyway: I learned all those rumors and behind-the-scene intrigues of 5 years ago. We talked of of hotel projects and intricacies of Revit software. I was appraised on recent weddings, pairing ups and breaking-downs while munching artichokes with fried pork rinds (in Sala OneNine), chorizo and shrimps in garlic sauce (in El Cid). Recent trends in international architecture were discussed with appropriate passion, and I was invited to Free Friday lecture Jorge was preparing on the topic. Anecdotes of “8 Charlie’s Angels”, which apparently meant his all-female designer team in Quito, were the last thing I recall – and held some sort of significance which now escapes me.
Ah, I love NY. Where one can feel like returning from a trip abroad – when in fact one was just getting home after 4-hr bar-browsing!