Here is look at what’s been going on since I left for San Francisco:
There was the incident with the beautiful Turkish bus boy: After je me suis tordu la cheville (ignore spelling), I insisted still on going to Cafe Zuni, a restaurant in SF I have wanted to go to for years. On my way out, the bus boy asked me if I’d like to go out with him. I told him I couldn’t move. He insisted that perhaps when he got off work we could walk around. Of all things? No no, I don’t think you understand, I said. I can’t walk. Hence the reason I have been sitting in your restaurant like a complete lamo with my leg propped up and my jeans unbuttoned for extra comfort. Guess he didn’t catch that? And I had Tchae in a bag and ordered a burger (the best of my life, by the by). And I hadn’t fed her at all that day. Keeping her quiet, now that was fun, let me tell you. A real treat. A chocolate sunday with hot fudge sauce, Oreo crumbs, and multi-colored sprinkles (the kind that give you cancer). And maybe a touch of M & M’s… No, I go overboard.
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