Of Cheese and Velvet

[smokingboot]

It was velvet_the_cat's birthday party on Saturday night, held in rather an interesting location; an organic eatery/garden centre in Kings Heath in Brum. One was faced with temptation almost instantly, and it wasn't even the food. There were heathers and snowdrops dotting the way in, and a pomegranate tree. Within waited interesting relishes and breads, many many cheeses, hummus, lethal chocolate cake and (best of all for me) marinaded artichoke hearts and seriously fine olives.

The birthday girl was beautifully corseted and embustled (not a word, surely?) in black and silver with a black lace choker at her throat; a luscious combination of gothic and romantic. This lady has changed in the years since we first met, and to my mind her changes suit her; always lovely, not a particle of the old velvet has been lost, but much more joy and confidence is apparent.

It was a night for catching up with people and noticing such things; people taking new routes in life, finding crusades, lovers, projects, purpose, a feeling of being near the crossroads. I suddenly had this strange sense that I would not be in a room with all of these individuals again; I guess that can't quite be true, cos there will always be other parties. It isn't even a lamentable thought - people come, people go - but for a moment it was very strong. Not like a premonition; I don't know what it was like really. Guess it's about moving on.

That night and next day larians and I enjoyed the marvellous hospitality of ephraim and november_girl. We got nowhere near the Year of the Pig celebrations; instead we ended up at a local cheese festival in our hosts', er, local. The festival had really occurred the day before, but there was plenty of good cheese left, as if we hadn't been treated to enough at Velvet's party. Adding to the benign atmosphere came great pies and pints, all of which were consumed with enthusiasm. The pub was all too old and welcoming; a dangerous place. We left to avoid the temptation of staying and chilling out until nightfall.

Then we came home, cuddled, and watched Miss Congeniality again. Not everything about the past is a waste of time:-)

Comments

[wildwinter.livejournal.com]

If embustled isn't a word, then it ought to be.

*notes it in ink in the margin of a nearby dictionary*

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

We need new dictionaries and new definitions. The old ones are sweet, but there are too many new words around to ignore!

Are you back from the wonders of Paris? Smoothly done btw:-) Hugs to you both and hope you've had/are having a fab time!

[wildwinter.livejournal.com]

Yes, we are returned.

Having only discovered the nicest bits on the last day. So we'll have to go back there again.

Which is no bad thing. :-)

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Return to Paris? How can you bear it?

At some point I must persuade Russ to take me back. I loved the place.

[velvet-the-cat.livejournal.com]

[blush]