Paella Fest Redux

We were lucky to be among the eleven people Mark and Kristin had over for paella last night. Amy says, on our way home, with intention: "That was the best paella I've had since Spain." Ouch. It was good, I must admit. But the best since Spain? She really knows how to hurt a guy.


After eating paella we feted the birthday girl and the birthday boy. Oh. And Consuelo, who has come out of retirement.

Six candles successfully extinguished. Say that five times fast after five glasses of Ondarre rioja.

Consuelo had a good night, too.

The rules of etiquette do not allow us to reveal whom of the eleven of us uttered the line of the night: "On the day you were born I was smoking opium with a cockney dwarf in Marrakech."