Sarah and I went to Fette Sau tonight, and I am having a hard time feeling guilty for the indulgence of a relatively expensive night out. We ate an immense amount of food and drank enough to feel fuzzy and loud, but not so much of either that I feel more than a warmishness at the moment. Even the clarity of the solo bike ride home only made me feel even better about spending more money than I ought on one meal.
I was thinking again about Alex Kapranos's series about eating on tour and how it accumulates in his book into an ode to indulgences of quality. Everyone should have some stories about things getting out of hand, but it can also be lovely to take a night to push to that brink of climax and retreat with enough consciousness to remember the taste of the trip.
For my light and color class we had to make several sets of color swatches to try and capture a particular scene. After coloring a hundred variations on the grey and white classroom, I decided to base the "color memory" set on seeing the Beets with Carlos and Ari in June. The sway of the body heat and colored lights was something wonderful. I didn't capture it as well as I would have liked, but I enjoyed trying to get the exactly sickly shades of green and orange.
Sarah is preparing for grad school applications, take two, and we agreed it really comes down to committing to something wholeheartedly even if you are not sure that it's right. It's easier to change your mind later than it is to jump start your life with lukewarm intentions.
