I’m writing from Windows SAFE MODE. In case you’ve been wondering where I was or if I decided to abandon you for better things… I have not. Mike downloaded something three days ago and the computer has gone haywire. So here I am in safe mode, still running programs that were named by people who evidently love sci-fi. Everything is a killer or a defender or some such.
On Tuesday we went to an Argentine Grill that first opened in the 70′s. The decor is quite brown. The chairs are frightfully upright and uncomfortable, but the meat is excellent. They have an excellent chimichurri sauce.
Chimichurri goes very well on any grilled meat. I’ve played with the recipe and came up with this:
½ cup olive oil
½ cup red wine vinegar
1 bay leaf
1 onion, finely chopped
2 cloves of garlic, crushed
3 tbsp chopped parsley
1 tsp ground paprika
1 tbsp dried oregano
1 tbsp paprika
¼ tsp of salt
¼ tsp pepper
Mix well and let sit for at least a day. Then you can keep it for a few weeks in the refrigerator.
I dug through my closet to find something to wear that would annoy the local bourgeoisie.
I came up with more 90′s Versace.
Very sparkly Jeans Couture. When light hits them, I turn into a disco ball.
Ever since the police (outrageously) accused me of driving whilst intoxicated last year, everyone is afraid of getting caught and sentenced to community service at the Red Cross- so we reserve our heavy drinking for when we’re within the safety of the Sotogrande gates. We left the restaurant and went to Karen’s house. She has a gorgeous antique door from a Finca.
Angie has a gorgeous Patek Calatrava and some respectably sized diamonds
I made fun of Angie’s rear-end
So she tried to set fire to the house
But it was a lovely evening anyway!
Useless fact of the day: All of my veins are visible to the naked eye.