I'm Late Because...
I have a good excuse. You know by now that I ritually need to write every night before biddy-bye. Well, Thursday morning graciously filled in for this naughty Wednesday night scribe, as this raconteur pulled a late-nighter.

I spent one of the nicest evenings of all time, with my sister-status Amigas, M & L. Due to the imbibing nature of the night, I'll refer to them as Yum & Numb. {Changing "Numb" to "Plumg"...'cause that's what she is!) We had left the kids (well tended) with a feast of Italian: Pizza, Lasagna, Rigatoni and Chicken with Garlic toast. They were happy to spend some quality time together while we girls went to wine, dine and whine.
Cafe Bizou was the destination; a charming gem of a french bistro in the heart of Sherman Oaks. Bellying up to the bar, we sipped on tasty martinis between stories. By the time we got to the table, I was very happy. Our waiter made quite an impression with his split of Veuve Cliquot .


We shared this tasty Asian pear with goat cheese salad. Just scrumptious!














Lobster tails and shrimp on a bed of risotto. Ummm













Sesame crusted Salmon with vegetables (instead of potatoes...guess who had this?)











Whitefish with a lobster sauce. Ummmm.


I was really planning to stay out even later, intent of a few rounds of Scrabble with my worthy opponent (although I can't ever really think of Yum as opposition; rather as the safest refuge in the entire universe.) Instead, I rounded up the babies and took them home very on this very late school night.