magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Tonight was the first meeting of a re-formed book club that Caitlin and her former roommate Dawn used to host. Chloe and me from work and a bunch of Nebraskan transplants to New York. The plan is to meet once a month or so, over wine and snacks and discuss a book that we've all spent the last month reading. The first book was The Life of Pi, which as of waking up this morning I was only about a third of the way through.

I spent the day reading the second third, and then sped-read through the last third on the subway ride down to Dawn's apartment in StuyTown. With a stop to pick up a bottle of what would, if my apartment were an Italian restaurant, be my house white, the Alto Adige Moscato Giallo from Cantina Gries.

The book club meeting was fun. It was a little reminiscent of discussing books in lit classes in school, especially because I had only skimmed through a third of the book, but we never drank wine in class. We decided on Catch 22 for next month, after debating a number of suggestions, because it's one of those classics that almost none of us had read, myself included.