Sweet & Sour Friday!

Friday the Mister & I drove to Wales for an unhappy occasion: a funeral.  Though it was sad, on the cheerier side, it was very nice to see a bit of country side and the charming village of Usk, where Mr. LaPoo's mom's side of the family is from.  We had a delish pub lunch at The Three Salmons in town, where I sampled some local duck. It did not disappoint. Neither did our outspoken Italian waiter for that matter.  Later in the afternoon we attended the reception at the Glyn Yr Afon Hotel, where I could have happily gotten fat on fresh raspberry tarts for days.

Friday night we rushed back to London to attend our friend Rhys' black tie birthday dinner at The Carlton Club, which is a very old conservative private member's club in St. James.  Terribly British.  The dinner, for around 20 of us, was an excellent seven course meal in a private room with all the superfluous silverware a lady LaPoo could ever dream of!  As Mr. LaPoo pointed out, we could have easily been in any number of centuries in this lovely room surrounded by dashing men in black tuxedos, seated in the traditional manner of boy girl boy girl.  A few of the women's outfits may have been a give away though, as I always find their definition of "black tie" much looser than a man's.  Anyway, it was a MOST enjoyable evening full of great friends, food, wine and port!  I only suffered one typical, and I promise unavoidable, etiquette faux pas towards the beginning of the dinner.  Major wardrobe malfunction - spent a good ten minutes trying to pin my dress back into my bra.  Don't ask.   And yes, I'm pretty sure everyone noticed.