Up With the Breeze
There's nothing better than a Sunday morning in LA. Parking everywhere, traffic nowhere. Optimal customer service because there is no wait, no crowds, no crankiness. And the freedom to zip around the West Side with the sun beaming through the windows.
Everybody gets excited about Thanksgiving for different reasons. Some people are big fans of turkey; others of stuffing; and some relish the array of autumn desserts, with their flaky crusts and velvety pumpkin fillings. For me, it's all about turkey gravy. I'll have it with everything and it can last me many meals past the main event. Hopefully, the promise of turkey gravy this year will dull whatever pain Bar results may bring.
My goal for today is to not engage in any conversations that last past 2 minutes. I've had my head talked off this whole weekend and I think if I have to endure feigning interest just one second longer, it will literally burst off of my neck in all bloody impatience. I love people, I really do, but sometimes, can't we just sit here together and be quiet. Thanks.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Bonjour et bienvenue dans mon blog. (MB)
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