This past weekend saw the coming and going of Coachella and of her beloved alma mater's reunion, but the Duchess skipped out on both. Last night, however, she more than made up for those passed-over parties, indulging in a scrumptious dinner with the Earl of Greenwich at Cecconi's.
One could barely see by the time we finally sat at table, it was so late; Mr. Obama is in town, resulting in the very inconvenient closure of Wilshire Boulevard, the Duchess's main thoroughfare. But no matter. As usual, the food (washed down with healthy doses of Pimm's and Sauvignon Blanc) was yummy, and the company and conversation were even better. A perfect night.
Oh, but not a perfect morning. Two coffees and two ginger ales have done nothing to ease the Duchess's discomfort. Oy. Time to crawl back under the covers and turn on a little Old Crow Medicine Show, who played on Saturday at Coachella, but who have been playing for years in the Duchess's home. Corn liquor, indeed.