I Don't Remember Boise...

I don't remember Boise. I know I'm here now. But I don't remember it. I know I've been here in the past, but I do not recall being here. What I can recall, is a nice restaurant of sorts, Bardenay. I've been there before, and I was again there recently. A house of fine food. Vodka, gin and rum distilled on site. A decent wine list. The fog is lifting slightly and I can see the company I was keeping at Bardenay.

An evening topped off by port, madeira, lemoncello, gin and tonics, and old vines zinfandel.

Oh, and potatoes.

I don't remember Boise. I don't remember walking out of Bardenay. I don't remember slip sliding down the iced sidewalks. I don't remember watching our musical director being denied access to the Opa Lounge because his license was expired. I don't remember drinking more gin and tonics, and I certainly don't remember smoking a hukkah pipe.

I don't remember Boise.