Tea With Redwood Dragon

Or, to be more accurate, let's call it "Dinner With Redwood Dragon".

Mrs Martial and I kept Dave, Deborah, and Rose up way too late last night. First, they joined us for a sail on the Charles River and then deigned to dine with us after.

The day was perfect for sailing, with a light, curiously constant breeze to carry us up and down the river and a startlingly bright sun, clearly brought by the Dragon from California. The humidity was supplied by the hosts. Nothing but the best for our guests!

After a fairly lengthy sail, we found a little local bistro which served seafood. Several hours later, we closed down the restaurant, staggering out into the humid night after denuding several harbors in Maine of their lobsters, several rivers in Alaska of their of salmon, and I fear Georges Bank will never be the same. Well, once upon a time I could eat like that, but no longer. We had a very nice, mostly sober dinner, with bon mots and anecdotes and conversation practiced as an art.

You know the feeling of leaving someone's presence and you realize just how intelligent and witty you are and, further, you realize that it was the company that raised you to that level? It was wonderful, I count myself three friends richer, and I'm looking forward to making them reciprocate out on the Left Coast.

It was civilized. And I can bestow no higher compliment than that.

Posted by Martial