Word: dinned
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Bond Street, rail-thin servers dressed in black glide around the three-story space, carrying lacquered trays of fanciful sushi combinations no Japanese diner would recognize. The sushi chefs, young Japanese expats, add to the din by shouting orders in unison. A Hispanic chef creates the hot entrées - like soba risotto in smoked-trout butter under a mountain of shaved bonito flakes. "You see," says Moore proudly, "it's nothing like those places in midtown...
...rooms, trying to groove to the beat and still carry on their conversations. At midnight the dance floor was still empty, and the party organizers wondered whether they had hired the wrong DJ. But by two in the morning, the lobby began to clear and the multilingual din subsided. In true European fashion, it was only after a lot of talk that the crowd was ready to come together. But eventually all of the partygoers made it out on to the floor, happy to lose themselves in the music and dance the night away...
...body upward. Another glance out the window. Not good. We're in the middle of a thunderstorm. The seats ahead of me are shaking. I can feel the thunder in my bones. I know this isn't real, but I can't seem to control my fear. Through the din, I hear Dr. Hsia ask me how I'm feeling on an anxiety scale of 1 to 10: total relaxation to panic. I'm pushing 9. The storm thunders on. I am hating this...
...joined by Gary Busey who shares more of what he calls his Busey-isms. Bridget (we're old pals after five minutes' conversation) knows Gary and recounts some of her favorite Gary Busey acronyms. BIBLE, it transpires, stands for something about "Information Before Leaving Earth." In the din of the ballroom I can't make out the first word beginning with B. I worry that it is Baboon or Buffoon, but feel too embarrassed...
...body upward. Another glance out the window. Not good. We're in the middle of a thunderstorm. The seats ahead of me are shaking. I can feel the thunder in my bones. I know this isn't real, but I can't seem to control my fear. Through the din, I hear Dr. Hsia ask me how I'm feeling on an anxiety scale of 1 to 10: total relaxation to panic. I'm pushing 9. The storm thunders on. I am hating this...