Post a Comment On: Confessions of a Restaurant Whore

Twelve fucking days? That's how long it's been since I've posted. In that time I have eaten a delicious olive oil dinner at a favorite spot with a favorite friend, and enjoyed creamy filled cupcakes with another. I also ate a shitload of other fabulous meals with fabulous people that I am too lazy to tell you about in this paragraph. Still, it is so goddamned lame that I haven't posted for TWELVE DAYS.

I also closed my show (and if you didn't see it, you missed out, yo), endured a serious personal crisis (we figured the first time 'round didn't hurt enough, so we wanted to take a spin on the wheel o' masochism again) and embarked on the month of January, otherwise known as the-month-that-makes-me-want-to-blow-my-fucking-brains-out-because-it-is-so-retardedly-busy.

Next weekend Jon and I head to Healdsburg to hump the folks at Cyrus for our birthdays. The night before we will be at Ad Hoc. I am such a spoiled brat it should be illegal.

My New Year's Resolution was no reviews of anything until El Bulli goes up, and I'm sticking to it. I'm trying to be better. Really, I am. But, honestly, it's just a blog and when my life decides to fuck me up the ass, or my work pile gets higher than your brother at a peace rally, the blogging is the first thing that gets shirked. That said, here I am on a Friday night posting for you, when I should be at a restaurant (and while I do love you, it's mostly because I have an audition in the morning).

Oh, and also, on Monday the winners of the Menu For Hope prizes will be announced. I've got the low-cut shirt all ready to go.

xoxo
Joy

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