Monday, September 7, 2009

The Diane-centric Visit

I'm sure you must have asked yourself occasionally "What is the high point of mrpeenee's year?" Well, obviously, it is the annual visit of Diane von Austinburg, which this year starts right about, oh, now, in fact.

Diane: so smart, so charming. A fabulous cook, she and I enjoy working in the kitchen together (not easy with my Tyrannosaurus Chef attitude.) We both love thrift stores, but I am the merest piker compared to her laser-like ability to find gold amidst the dross. Her genius at Boggle is legendary, even if it does include cheerfully making up words, which she calls "pushing the envelope" and I call "cheating." We also have a lengthy list of the best restaurants to hit. Chez Panisse, here we come.

Mostly, it's the pleasure of hanging out with someone who remembers me before I was old and cranky. Yes, it's true. Photographic proof provided below.

12 comments:

  1. OMG, I love that picture! Love it!

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  2. Great pic!

    Were these the merry widow corset days?

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  3. That pic is priceless! I really really value all the pics I've managed to hold onto from my youth. They become more valuable as the years fly along.

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  4. ...but you do old & cranky so well.
    Have a swell time!

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  5. Yay I love when she visits you. We always get a detailed report of the menu items and choices then a guided tour of San Francisco’s thrift stores and your purchases. Please continue this tradition for your enraptured readers.

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  6. Why, you've hardly aged at all! :)

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  7. I love people who remember me when I was young and adorable. What a cutie you were and are!

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  8. Good friends- worth their weight in gold. And then some.

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  9. There are few things in life better than old freinds. :) Have a wonderful time.

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  10. You have Wild Hog in the photo.

    A Great Zin.

    You should take the trip to the winery..in the OutBack of Somona County.

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