This evening, after a trying day at work, I had dinner at Soyka with Nancy of Jill Matrix, and Philo and Choire of East Coast/West Coast. All three were attractive and charming, and even more delightful in person than on their justifiably renowned sites. For the edification of the newcomers tales were told of the legendary Miami political scene, there was discussion of our bountiful (and inexplicable) Miami nightlife, and our guest B-listed spilled the dirt on the San Francisco blognoscenti. Your humble author had his hands full merely trying to keep pace with the Algonquin-esque witticisms flying about. (It was a daunting challenge, I assure you.)
As dinner drew to a close there was a call for closing remarks. Choire was direct and heartfelt, and Philo’s comments on the loss of childhood dreams were quite poignant. But Nancy’s spontaneous eloquence was so refined and moving that strangers at nearby tables applauded softly as they dabbed their tear-filled eyes. (Sadly, I could only wonder what in the world she was talking about.)
Entertaining all around, yes indeed. Other discussion of the event can be found here and here, while the photographic evidence can be found here.
