I came to London to surprise my friend Gerry Moss for his "swearing in," become a citizen of the United Kingdom!
Gerry and I met when we were both working in the Napa Valley as pastry chefs. He at Tra Vigne, me at Bouchon. We shared Patrick Ridder, an independent farmer/fruit seller bringing incredible fruit to us both. After Patrick introduced us we were inseparable. Both queer in a land of closeted gays and married, house-owning straight folks we bonded both personally and professionally and confused people by saying we were a couple. My favorite line went something like this,
"Well we can't get married because we're gay."
We both left Napa at the same time looking for a more urban geography. He to London, me to SF.
And then my husband stayed. Flourished in a city where traveling every weekend to a different country was possible and cheap. Postcards arrived from Russia, Belgium, Barcelona, South Africa. My sweetheart, my soul mate far away, the happiest I had ever seen him. Sprouted wings and flew the coop. Built a nest, heard every musician from our teenage-hood, danced, danced, danced.
I am going to try and post from London and Paris, but if I can't please have a look around the archives, listen to eggbeater's first podcast, email me with must-sees, have-to-eats, and sit at the edge of your cyber seats for stories in early October.