I've never known a knockout like Eve, who has every boy crying from the minute he lays eyes on her. "She had more curves than the Indianapolis 500 but was twice as dangerous." I'm literally reduced to being part of her entourage when we all go out, but it's a pleasure to serve. It's a rare occasion when her fiance is out of town and she has what she calls, "a hall pass."
We went to Zao Sushi in La Jolla, San Diego's answer to Miyagi's, and then Bollicine, which was more like, I don't know, Cafe Maurice. There were lots of Euros floating around and unsurprisingly, all of them took an immense liking to Eve. Po rattled off in French and after her third glass of red wine, seemed to be enjoying herself a lot. My new drink of choice is a Malibu rum and pineapple which, according to Stefan, deludes me into thinking there is no alcohol in it because the Malibu aspect makes it seem like a pina colada.
I needed to use an accent and tilde in the previous paragraphs but am unfamiliar with how to effect international characters in HTML. All suggestions welcome.
I am not feeling as conflicted today.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 10:11 AM
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