Tonight is Darby's book club. Many of us have been fantasizing about life after the bar where we are successful and fabulous and obviously start a book club. Tonight I decided to study at the table while they were out on the balcony so I could sort of pretend that I was part of the group. As they bask in the sunlight, sipping rose and talking about reading that they CHOSE to do, I had never felt more pathetic. After finishing my sad little prepared salad and tea, I thought maybe I would feel better if I deebled some wine and cheese and cured meats from them. So I did. It didn't really make me feel any better about my current state, but I always forget how satisfying cured meat can be.