There are people I know who are ‘quantity lunchers’… people with whom I get together fairly frequently.
My dear friend Anna can only be described as a ‘quality luncher’… I don’t get together with her as often as I would like but when I do, our meetings are most memorable.
I’ve known Anna since college. She and I worked in ‘the theatre’  together.
Aside from being beautiful, intelligent and charming, Anna possesses a very quick wit and a clever turn of phrase.
When I am with Anna, we don’t talk… we converse. Conversation is an art whenever Anna is involved.
Luckily, her words and ideas aren’t evanescent and ephemeral. They don’t disappear as soon as she speaks them. Anna is also a writer (as opposed to a mere ‘blogger’ like me). Her written words are crafted just as carefully as her spoken words.
Such richness of expression risks being too much for a palate accustomed to plain fare. Fortunately, Anna manages to express herself in way that is open to all willing to listen… really listen… to what she says.
Metaphors, similes, allusions, alliteration… all used effortlessly and with a deft hand.
It helps, of course, that Anna is nuts. In the nicest possible way, of course, but eccentric nonetheless. Her loopiness is the spice that flavours her talks. Any given tète-à-tète with Anna leaves me with the distinct impression that Reason left the building long ago and left Wit in charge of warming the throne until she returns.
Whether our discussions are light and frothy or deep and intense, exchanging ideas with Anna is always a delight.
We are long overdue for an extended chat. My fault, completely.
 Pronounced “the THEE-ah-tah!”