And I don't mean eggs. (Which reminds me--how could I have been talking about freebasing eggs, and not make a "this is your brain on drugs" joke? What a waste.)
Tag: heart
News from abroad
I was going to say I've had a lack of recent food adventures because I was thinking of the gross cheese sandwich with that Italian mushroom pesto and a small handful of my roommate's five-cheez Italiano blend dairy product (sorry, Aaron, it wasn't much), but then I also remembered the fabulously heartwarming return-to-NYC fried-chicken feast that Tamara prepared to mark my return from exile in the sun country.
A good day
As you might have noted from the constant references to the KC and the Rover, I haven't been getting out of my neighborhood much. Which is a great testament to Astoria, but I was going a little stir-crazy when Tal called on Saturday to urge me to go to the barbecue in Flushing Meadows.
City Mouse, Country Mouse, part I
Last week, before the Froog died, I was in Seattle, or really, Duvall, Wa. My little brother lives there, teaching at the Wilderness Awareness School.
Fancy Hotel Towels I
Just so you know what I'm dealing with when I complain about Mexico and having to smile politely when people show me the 47th room with towels folded like swans.