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