|Our luncheon rendez-voussite on the rue de Rivoli.|
Yesterday was a perfect day.
But, I was extremely nervous leading up to it. Extremely nervous in fact for several days — also excited. June 4th was the preordained date to see one of my very, very best friends for the first time in 30-something years. You can see why I was ummm, “concerned” about our rendez-vous.
|The absolutely gorgeous Betty Lou Phillips.|
First I had the “all about me” questions: what would I wear; what about the weight I’ve gained writing this book sitting on my derriere for two-plus years (then I said to myself,”Don’t forget, 10 pounds on the bottom for 10 years on the face. . .”); how about the face, how was it holding up (?), hair looks quite good — well, you get the general drift. Verrrry self-centred.
Betty Lou, who is in France working on her next book, suggested we have lunch in the Dali dining room at the Hotel Meurice where she was staying. “Divine,” I thought. My friend Jean Rafferty told me recently that it was a “must see” in Paris.
|The Dali dining room in the Hotel Meurice.|
|The entrance into the dining room.|
|A detail of the ceiling in the dining room.|
We re-found each other a few years ago and e-mail if not daily, at least a couple of times a week so we were up-to-date on our lives. It was our secrets we first talked about at table. That was fun. We know a lot about each other from back in the day.
Betty Lou is beautiful, inside and out, she is kind, generous, bright and funny. Our conversation seemed to pick-up in mid-sentence where we left off decades ago. We zig-zagged over the years in enthusiastic, non-stop babbling.
A little secret, entre-nous, she and I talked about doing a book together. Wouldn’t that be exciting?
Lunch lasted more than four hours and we still hadn’t finished catching up, but she left today and had found a pair of Repetto ballerinas she had to pick-up so we were forced to say good-bye.
Here’s the best part though, I will be visiting her later this year in Dallas. Lucky me.