We go to dinner in Queens
not to Ovidio's bar, where there are 'barmaids' apparently........
Perhaps the barmaids wear dresses as .....as.... indescribable as this one.
New Yorkers wear uniforms of all different kinds; most of them are black. This afternoon I'm going out to buy a dress for something. I think it may not be black, but you never know.
It certainly won't be white like the one I saw the day before the wedding.
Last week I went to a supper where the table was decorated with the first peonies of the season and there was asparagus risotto.
Ah! The joys of spring!
