Posts filed under ‘Julie Powell’

Julie Powell: If it’s not a party ’til something gets broke…

Then I guess it’s a party.

Someone who’s managed to get drunker than me knocked down a spectacular pile of glasses. It was a miracle no one lost an eye. The poor waiter who instantly arrived to clean up was chastised by a guest with an orange tan for not instantly corralling every last sliver of glass with his bare hands.

I love that even surrounded by wonderful food people and wonderful pork products and Jacques Pépin, I can find at least on person to hate. Yay!

June 9, 2008 at 2:15 am Leave a comment

Julie Powell: Dodging elbows

I can hold my egg-topped scrapple or my martini or my iPhone, not all three.

(Also, damn but these people have some sharp elbows.)

June 9, 2008 at 2:01 am Leave a comment

Julie Powell: Blessed, blessed event!

My first bit of real sustenance was lamb garlic sausage from the Prairie Grass Café. The second was my beloved fried squash blossoms. My third was pork belly. The blessed fourth? A pomegranate martini.

And you will see none of it because live blogging killed my iPhone.

June 9, 2008 at 1:51 am Leave a comment

Julie Powell: Another crush

The entire world is live blogging the beard awards, apparently. There’s like dozens of lit up cell phone screens in the auditorium.

The woman who won for best photography book is lean and elegant and very French, and she just thanked her wife. I have another crush.

Oh, and the river cottage meat book won! My bestest favorite!

June 9, 2008 at 1:34 am Leave a comment

Julie Powell: At last!

At last, sustenance! I am allowed a square of cheese… Two! Thank you Wisconsin Artisanal Cheeses, thank you!

June 9, 2008 at 12:56 am Leave a comment

Julie Powell: Waiting patiently for a drink

… Except no, because apparently live-bloggers don’t rate booze before 9. Some people are drinking though. They must be much more fancy-pants than me.

June 9, 2008 at 12:56 am Leave a comment

Julie Powell: Half way there

The natives are getting restless… The ceremony is a little more than half over, and the sound of clacking cocktail shakers is ringing through the summer air. Outside is also where the smoking chefs and the bobbleheaded girls who will NOT be eating Berkshire prosciutto I plan to soon be downing by the pound. I think I will have a bourbon.

June 9, 2008 at 12:54 am Leave a comment

Older Posts


Calendar

August 2017
M T W T F S S
« Jun    
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031  

Posts by Month

Posts by Category