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Frugal Luxuries or Luxurious Frugality

Augusta Tooth likes luxury. Yesterday, after a long day at the nonoffice, Trader Vic's called.

If you get there before 6 p.m. -- or is it 7 p.m. -- they still have happy hour, that often now verboten form of excess that has almost disappeared.... (I would write here about the health Nazis but Bill Maher has announced an edict -- one of his New Rules -- against calling everyone a Nazi. He calls the rule Krystal Not.) (Maybe there aren't really health Nazis in Silicon Valley: maybe everyone became so consumed with either work or wellness that they forgot that escape -- in any form -- can be a welcome necessity. Perhaps Northern California is still engaged in a long-term cyclical reaction to LSD and the Haight Ashbury of the 60's -- sort of a sociological Kondratiev wave.)

Two of the happy hour drinks -- a coconut, brandy, and gin concoction -- surely constituted luxury, and -- at $5 each -- frugality as well. Now it's the morning after and I still taste of the roasted garlic and brie that we somehow had to have with the second round.

What will the day bring? How can I escape the garlic that permeates my whole being?

posted by Marie H @ 8:54 AM