Last night I attended a birthday dinner for my fabulous friend E, an unapologetic oenophile and an all-around clever girl.
Who else could sashay into her own celebration toting three spectacular bottles of wine to decant and share?
E said it was because she’d been waiting for the right occasion, but I know she was secretly trying to defray the cost of such a lavish dinner during tricky economic times.
(There was a corkage fee at the restaurant, but it was small potatoes compared to ordering bottles even half as good off the menu.)
Leave it to E to jump-start the party and ease the financial burden on her friends, all with remarkable grace and dexterity.
No wonder we’re BFFs. This girl is a bona fide southern (California) belle!
Happy birthday, darlin’!