Most birthdays are spent with a maximum amount of thinking (on my part) and time wasting as to where to go, who to invite and all the other things that racks the brain. This time around, though, for my day, I thought of going to a local place, but this was voted down by my partner in favor of the pretentious high class French cuisine at the equally upscale hotel. I didn't really mind, just following along, knowing that they (two others also able to make the event) would enjoy it much more than my selection of venue.
It was a good old time in a different environment, on the 26th Floor, looking out at the night view of this new city, and it reminded me of my old home, but that time seems quite far and away, my becoming more grounded (I live on the 2nd floor now), and the French food which was ever so fancy and aesthetically pleasing reminded me of nothing (never having this kind of style before, even in Paris where my tastes are often very normal even though I often go to the nice places)
All in all, it was great to have a change. A big change jolts the system, but a really big change is a jolt (required every once in a while) to change the soul. And you know me, I don't much care for food, only atmosphere, and I wouldn't mind going back again and again (though I may have to work ever slightly harder to maintain this lifestyle)
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| a taste of the sea with some exquisite jellies |
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| foamy concoction |
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| beets and duck. |
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| one of the rare times i ate the dessert. |
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