Cup O' Soup
This morning was wonderful (thanks to boyhowdy and our fabulous Tartine experience) though I cannot for the life of me understand why everyone in there had ordered croissant. Have they not TRIED the morning buns? What are they like lemmings or something? GET THE MORNING BUN. You won't regret it, and anyway, croissant is for pussies.
Let's see . . . first off, Rev., your photographs are GOR-geous. Very sexy. How's Monday the 31st for you dinner-wise? Let me know, the B-E is waiting. Secondly, I am so glad to hear that not only has The Cult managed to escape from danger without having to chew his own leg off, but he has even managed to psychoanalyze the two of us (although giving us way too much credit, in my opinion; see my response for more) AND remind me of the Cup O Soup story, which for a little while I felt inclined to share.
But not any more. For one thing, I want to share it in that "this post is really long so if you actually care please hit this link" kind of a way. But I don't know how. I also want to know how to post only to my friends. But I don't know how. And, finally, I must express my extreme frustration with the way that LJ is set up, in the sense (one complaint among many) that once you get into someone else's LJ (like in that "home page" kind of a way--and you can stop laughing now, Cult), you can't get out. You just have to hit "Back" over and over again. When you are on fucken dialup, like me, this becomes extremely tedious.
People are going to kick me off their friends list if I keep writing such terrible posts. Well, hell.
I hope SFZ feels better and does not, in fact, have food poisoning. The last time I had food poisoning I had to kneel in the shower because there were vile substances coming out of both ends simultaneously. Not a pretty picture. In the mean time, my roommates watched sports and never once checked on me (no, not my current roommates). That was when I learned a valuable lesson, which is, Don't Eat Mussels At a Bar. Just don't.
Lemme know if you need a Gatorade run, or some such.
Oh, and can I just say that I am still laughing at fairymere's story about how she and Lotta and I all stood around at that party last weekend completely absorbed in ONE ANOTHER even though we see each other on practically an hourly basis. The fact that mere is going out of town tonight, even though my quality plan is to sit here and watch a movie, makes me kinda sad. I can't get over boyhowdy telling her that he'd had fascinating conversations with this person and that person, and meanwhile mere's response is, "really? I just stood at the chips and dips talking to B-E all night." We're pathetic.
Let's see . . . first off, Rev., your photographs are GOR-geous. Very sexy. How's Monday the 31st for you dinner-wise? Let me know, the B-E is waiting. Secondly, I am so glad to hear that not only has The Cult managed to escape from danger without having to chew his own leg off, but he has even managed to psychoanalyze the two of us (although giving us way too much credit, in my opinion; see my response for more) AND remind me of the Cup O Soup story, which for a little while I felt inclined to share.
But not any more. For one thing, I want to share it in that "this post is really long so if you actually care please hit this link" kind of a way. But I don't know how. I also want to know how to post only to my friends. But I don't know how. And, finally, I must express my extreme frustration with the way that LJ is set up, in the sense (one complaint among many) that once you get into someone else's LJ (like in that "home page" kind of a way--and you can stop laughing now, Cult), you can't get out. You just have to hit "Back" over and over again. When you are on fucken dialup, like me, this becomes extremely tedious.
People are going to kick me off their friends list if I keep writing such terrible posts. Well, hell.
I hope SFZ feels better and does not, in fact, have food poisoning. The last time I had food poisoning I had to kneel in the shower because there were vile substances coming out of both ends simultaneously. Not a pretty picture. In the mean time, my roommates watched sports and never once checked on me (no, not my current roommates). That was when I learned a valuable lesson, which is, Don't Eat Mussels At a Bar. Just don't.
Lemme know if you need a Gatorade run, or some such.
Oh, and can I just say that I am still laughing at fairymere's story about how she and Lotta and I all stood around at that party last weekend completely absorbed in ONE ANOTHER even though we see each other on practically an hourly basis. The fact that mere is going out of town tonight, even though my quality plan is to sit here and watch a movie, makes me kinda sad. I can't get over boyhowdy telling her that he'd had fascinating conversations with this person and that person, and meanwhile mere's response is, "really? I just stood at the chips and dips talking to B-E all night." We're pathetic.