Makin’ waves like Rita Hayworth (source)

So I couldn't go out because of the back but A came over and we got Thai and hung out. And did shots. Why go out when you can have a party for two chez Julia?

That's what Rita at Chez Cemetarian called this dress, and I agree. Wholeheartedly.

I start Spanish Intensive classes tonight, twice weekly for eight weeks. Let's just hope it's more successful than last time's yo soy cocinera result. D and I decided to do it seperately as we are too giggly together (although the last class where we came stoned was my most coherent). Vamos!

I hop in the car after Spanish with beautiful verbs buzzing in my head and dance all the way home to the sounds of the DJ's track 8 and 9.

Fucking hell life is a natural high.

At The Bentley on Saturday night one of the dishes for the degustation, which wasn't anywhere to be found on the menu, was a square of steamed white fish dressed in an avocado and jamon sauce. It was just so good that it was pretty much all I could think about this week. The delicate, clean-flavoured fish balancing with this interesting sauce, slightly tacky on the palate. I had to have it again.