Grease is good, especially if it’s dripping off of a burger or crisp, warm fries. The ambiance was homespun, offbeat and organic, but they served some of the best burgers in Harvard Square. Casey and I were taking in an early dinner at Mr. Bartley’s Gourmet Burgers in Harvard Square. We sat on wooden tables and entertained ourselves by reading the kitschy posters all over the walls. Bartley’s is one of those quaint places that provides clever names for all of their burgers. Who wouldn’t want to sink their teeth into the, The Viagra, The Kim Kardashian, The Barack Obama, or The Putin or The iPhone.
I was chomping on The Gay Marriage (Burger) with provolone cheese, peppers, jalapenos & black olives and ignoring Casey who was mooching off my onion rings and preparing myself for tonight’s event. Casey had invited me to an author reading at the Harvard Coop. When Casey did not have her nose in her thesis she was an avid reader and to prepare for the event I had also started reading voraciously. It reminded me of what it was like to be in school as I raced to the end of my book, this time a historical novel, so that I could be done in time for today’s reading.
“For God sake, you look like you’re cramming for an exam,” Casey said while munching on The Jimmy Fallon, a veggie burger with peppers, feta, tomato, red onion, garlic mayo & fries.
It’s not that I never read but for the last couple years my readings had been confined to books on Art and Art History and of course frilly romances. I needed to read out of my comfort zone.
As we settled into our seats at the author event and Casey pulled out her wire rimmed eye glasses making her look both beautiful and smart. Long ago she had mastered the art of academic discussion and risen to the top of her class.
To her credit the author was warm, interesting and very sophisticated in the classic little black dress. She must be preparing for a night on the town I thought. I loved her book but I loved her dress even more, with capped sleeves and a scooped neck. It fitted snugly and ended with a skirt trimmed in black lace that flared at the hem. I said as much while she was signed my book.
“Thanks, I love the color of your blouse,” she replied referring to my soft pink sleeveless silk tunic. The inscription in my book said, For Natasha who has great taste in clothes. It made my day.
I had, had a full meal today and had been able to chew the intellectual fat with the best of them. The only thing missing from this evening was dessert, I thought thinking of Dominic.
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