9:00 a.m.
Got up early and made vegetable soup a la my paternal grandmother...sort of a white trash vegan recipe. Bones don't count as meat, do they?
(insert joke here)
11:00 a.m.
trophies belonging to one Mrs. Krantz. There were two.
(Did she dance with herself? )
2:00 p.m.
Went to Target (but you knew that already, right?) and bought five dollars worth of things I don't have any use for:
Too queer for words, but what the hell. The dragons are actually pens. So now if ever I want to, I can pretend to be a geisha madame, checking off the roll. Ok, so maybe more like "when", not "if"
Anyway, now I have the props.
4:00 p.m.
Came home and got a letter
7:00 p.m.
Went with Dennis and one of his friends to a Pho place in the Faubourg Marigny. The hipsters are trying to make Pho now. What's this world come to?
Actually, it wasn't too bad.
9:00 p.m.
Ended up at some bar (where we last saw Charles Manson at the video poker machines), eating cupcakes and drinking free shots, procured by the shameless flirtations of Dennis's friend by way of the very friendly bartender, "a Pentecostal boy"
10:00 p.m.
Stayed until the drag show with what seemed like all depressing songs: "Stand By Your Man", "I Will Always Love You", and this:
which...well, always makes me tear up a bit, because...well, never mind.
ahem
8 comments:
Was the Pentecostal boy the son of a preacher man?
If so, he's the only one who can ever reach you.
it's a rich full life.
you may have erred leaving those dance trophies behind.
mmm...I've often thought of making my own pho. Not that difficult really.
This does not make me a hipster.
Also, Glad to see u are doing well & please find my Gratin Recipe @ the fig.
Thanks Diana, but I really don't want to be remembered as a, 'big balloon'.
I've decided to be inspired by the mythical dancing Mrs. Krantz. I'm betting she was (is) a bouffanted jet-setter, full of life and gin.
What's a letter?
That isn't Pho. It's called Bo Kho.
Jason!
That soup and Pho dish look delicious!
-Dean
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