I went to a fancy reception at the British Consul General's residence last night (yet another packed week).
He had a lovely party full of business types from the medical sector in pinstripe suits, whiskey tasting hosted by a man in a kilt and some delicious appetizers: half red potatoes topped with bacon and blue cheese, smoked salmon with arugula in little wraps, goat cheese won tons with plum sauce, tomato soup with basil oil, grilled tomato and cheese sandwiches, pulled pork on buns the size of silver dollar and crab salad in cucumber cups.
Yum! I'm not sure how I managed to eat all that and still network until nearly losing my voice. I even spotted the Consul's family cat dashing through the party. It was the perfect spot to start obsessing about next year's royal wedding!