I just got back from an extended lunch er, rather, food-tasting-extravaganza.
Yum. I have never eaten so much, or so well. The chef definitely knew how to lure us in. Our event (in 3 weeks) will be well catered - hooray! I love the Sheraton. And the big, flaming banquet coordinator. Jeffrey is fabulous.
Why are all gay men named Jeffrey? Or Brian. Or Steven.
Now I want to go home.
(my body): Thanks for the food, now can we sleep?
I'll be here for four more hours. What a long, fucking day.
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