Post a Comment On: Confessions of a Restaurant Whore

Last night, I was treated by a rockstar by the incredibly fabulous Kelly & Greg, at one of my most favorite spots in the city. It also didn't suck that I had the company of a certain lovely lady, who is fabulous in her own right, and who has generously offered to hook me up when in Paris next month.

Jon was pretty pissed that he missed out on the whole evening due to a prior engagement. At least I brought him home some octopus bolognese, right?

In the afterglow of dinner, I spoke with my dearest darling (who, by the way, is leaving on vacation in two days. I'm not quite sure what I'll do without her yet...), who opined that I might just eat out more than anyone she knows. I didn't get my title for nothin', sweet tits.

In any case, part-time whoring is now going to be in effect, as I return to my teaching job TOMORROW. Where the hell did the summer go? I'm not really sure what I did all summer (although getting sidetracked by some unfortunate haps certainly occupied some of that time). I do know that having the summer off allowed me to wine and dine full time with some really fucking awesome people. Someone please tell me how I can do this forever and ever and ever.

It's not so bad, though, because I AM taking two weeks vacation right after school starts. I mean, a girl's got to have priorities and El Bulli is sure as hell one of those priorities. So is Paris. And apparently, Amsterdam.

Someone please stop me before I hurt myself.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld