Last night, Tomoko, Teresa, and I had a girly dinner in the South End — which might as well be Portugal considering how seldom I avail myself of its culinary and entertainy delights. We ate at Nightingale, which is where the old Geoffrey’s was. Pretty pricey, but wicked worth it. We split oysters on the half shell; a slice of wild mushroom tart with watercress salad and truffle oil; an asparagus salad with pecorino; seared scallops with snap peas, pancettta, and a lemon-scallion vinaigrette; beef tenderloin with a barley risotto; a slice of lemon-almond polenta cake with crème fraiche; and a bottle of Benton Lane pinot noir. The waiter was one of the most professional and personable I’ve encountered in quite some time.

After dinner, we checked out the Ladies Night afts event at the Jorge Hernandez Cultural Center. I was stone broke after dinner and paying my admission fee — probably a good thing, as some of the jewelry and crafty handbags were pretty swell. We didn’t stay long; I got home in time to watch The Fifth Element with D — proving I can watch any movie, no matter how goofy, if I’m getting a back rub at the same time.

Now playing (in my head): “Second Best” by Pedro the Lion. O how I wish I wish I wish they were coming up to Boston — D. gets to see them during TapeOpCon in New Orleans Memorial Day weekend. Oh well. At least they’ve got a new album coming out — 25 May.

One term I can’t stand: when people refer to the word “fuck” as “the F-bomb.” Elmo says make it stop!