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Monday, January 23, 2006

Leaving Las Vegas

Shoot me now. I just used the name of a fucking Sheryl Crow song as the title of this post.

Vegas was, in a word, killer.

I ate my great sandwich again. Went to Bouchon and got waited on by Joe, who waited on us for our fourth anniversary at TFL. Pretended to be hip. Ate a meal that changed my opinion of buffets, thanks to "C." And came home with double my money.

And as the one who usually makes the cakes for friends when their birthdays come around, I am happy to report that I had no fewer than five occasions to blow out candles this year. That's a fuckload of wishes, no?

This week I have about four minutes of free time, so I'll do my best to tell you about some of this but no promises. If you don't see a 'wichcraft review in a week (since I've been wetting myself over it since October and all), though, please light up your torches and hunt me down.

xoxo
Joy

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

4 Comments:

Blogger Amy Sherman said...

Happy belated birthday and welcome home!

1/23/2006 8:21 AM  
Anonymous Fatemeh said...

I think C is going to "Guest Blog" about Wynn's, so you can be off the hook for that one, lovey.

1/23/2006 8:42 AM  
Blogger Sam said...

never mind sheryl, didn't the King do it first?

1/23/2006 9:00 AM  
Anonymous haddock said...

Don't think of it as a Sheryl Crow song. Think of a novel by John O'Brien, or even a movie with Nicholas Cage. Because seriously I would shoot you if you used a Sheryl Crow song as the title for a post.

Sam the King sang "Viva Las Vegas"

1/23/2006 10:18 AM  

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