I have always wanted to try Marrakesh in DC (Morrocan cuisine), and I received an invite to join my parents’ neighbors for dinner last night in the place of my mother who was sick. It was an excellent evening that involved fantastic food, a belly dancer, and enough wine to drown an elephant. I’m ashamed to say that I don’t really remember leaving the restaurant, and once my father dropped me off at home, I slid into a fully-dressed pile on the floor and slept for three hours with my face smashed into the carpet. That aside, I highly recommend the place – it was an amazing experience.
Dear Lindsay,
Wish I could have come, however, the arsenic I put in my father’s wine seemed to have no affect on his health. I hear you want to come to Thailand? If you come I’ll buy you a drink =). I am plenty old enough to buy drinks in Thailand.
Yours Truly,
Hilary
p.s. Yes, I have indeed found your blog and I find it quite humorous.
HI Lindsay,
Glad that you were able to join the
“cool” people for a little Morroccan food and wine! Pretty cool place!
Hope to see you soon!
Birthday Girl