Trite, yes.
True, definitely.
Today: Something entirely out of character and surprising appeared on my doorstep.
Really, uncharacteristic — but welcome and beautiful and appreciated all the same! Wow! Such smiles to bring this weekend!
Shortly after, an event I expected to be great was not. I got lost in its purpose and attempted to make sense of its light, colour and textures, but really couldn’t do it. Then, right away, something I had planned — I had actually gone out of my way and spent time researching and scouting — to be sublime was reduced to dismissive dullness via a massive electronic miscommunication. Disaster via SMS indeed.
I spent a good full hour stewing over that.
And then…
Something I was not expecting at all came out of the blue with smiles, tattoos, and good wishes. Another beautiful something plus plus arrived in front of me with the full, undeniable force that is a good wine list and the smoothest mashed potatoes you’ve ever had in your life. By the time the passion-fruit chili-infused rum arrived with the chocolate tart, I was ready to submit to whatever the Universe or the sommelier presented me. In. A. Heartbeat.
… not to mention the belly-laughs and nattering chatter shared with the lovely friend who joined me (post-communication apology, and several hugs and kisses later, of course) that punctuated the evening.
It was so very memorable, and so very tasty, and so ridiculously perfect, because none of it had been planned.
It was the best plan gone wrong I’ve had in a while.
P.S. Dear wait staff at Shelter in the Woods — the birthday candle on the tart was THE icing on my cake. Thank you. You went a long way and I am eating it up…. quite literally!
