For a few years, my favorite verb has been "to gaslight." Gaslighting, if you don't know, is form of psychological torture where aspects of a victim's environment are subtly altered, thereby upsetting his or her peace of mind, sense of security, etc. I've long suspected my family of gaslighting me with all the moving of shoes and excessive Natasha Beddingfield songs. But now I have a new variation on my favorite verb:
To gaslight (v): To enjoy several carafes of Cote du Rhone at Gaslight in the South End, thereby experiencing a warm, overall sense of well being and finding everything, as a neighbor once said, "tits-out-on-the-Blue Line hilarious"
The new definition comes courtesy of this month's Suppah Club where we gathered at this fab "brasserie un coin"(brasserie on the corner) on what was once the shite end of Harrison Avenue. Just a few years ago, the only thing on this corner was a belligerent homeless person armed with a lighter and hairspray. Now, thanks to the folks at Aquitaine, it's one of pomme frites and garlic braised escarole and all things au poivre. A place that, according to its website, "courts all who appreciate a good time." Right on. Also, there is FREE PARKING, as in, "Park anywhere, ladies, it's free." Before you could say tinkle winkle, LPD pulled into a spot and she, Auntie and I busted into a slow jog toward the entrance. Inside, we feasted pomme heavy and enjoyed several half carafes, toasting Cameo's passing of the Series 7 and how James bribed her with New york strip steaks to bring her new boyfriend to our house.
Gwennie does a dramatic reenactment of Steven Tyler freaking out after being asked for ID at Logan.
Next Suppah Club theme: Steaks & Sex in the suburbs.
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The rally cry of the aging suburbanite: "Ample parking! Ample parking!" Great times!!!
No matter how hard we try to pose properly for Suppah Club group photos, I always end up slouched backwards like Jabba the Hutt and Auntie appears as teeny little second head growing out of somebody's shoulder. Note KJ & Auntie look like very pretty cojoined twins.
Peete: It's a physical impossibility for you resemble anything close to Jabba the Hutt. I definitely have a mad case of "big face" happening in that photo. Second Head Auntie looks lovely as usual.
Who's up for a spray tan?
KJ - I've been contemplating a spray tan before I head to Florida next week but I'm afraid I'll end up like Ross on friends. What to do...
Say no to the spray tan and head to Bella Sante to treat y'self to a heavenly "body bronzing." They give you an exfoliating body massage, rinse you off and then apply an amazing self-tanner that dries instantly. You're tan within a few hours. Worth every penny.
LPD, I'm sold. Besides, I have two GCs to BS burning a hole in the cabinet where I hide GCs so James won't accidentally throw them away. Thinking of a spa day, maybe on the 26th?
Even on my spare tire?
Oh, honey, please. I'll raise you a muffin top. LDT!
Oooooh...let me check the calendar and lets bronze ourselves up Bella style on the 26th. I, too, have several GC's burning a whole in my sock drawer. LDT indeed! Ah, how I love the smell of chemically-treated epidermis in the spring...
Thanks for your vote of confidence KJ but I just don't think I'll have time to get there before I fly out on Sunday. Maybe next time.
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