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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Thursday, October 26, 2006

My Friends Are Cooler Than Your Friends

I know I said I was going to write a big ticket post but then I got sick. I even took the day off today (which, if you know me, you know I NEVER do). I did, however, find something else for you bitches to read while you wait.

My bestest friend in the whole entire world is my friend, David, who is a playwright/writer/all around rocktastic guy. We met and became friends in college, and the beginning of our friendship was marked with me carding him. True story. I didn't believe him when he told me his birthday, because, well, it was my birthday. If I had known then what I know now, I would have realized that there was no possible way his birthday could have been any other day. When I like to flatter myself, I say that he is the male version of me. Bitch lives in New York now, and it's probably a good thing for both our fair cities that we are not wreaking havoc in the same place.

David is fucking funny as hell. He just started writing some snarky pop culture commentary that you should read when you get tired reading about food.

And when you are done reading it, think about the poor roommate that had to live in the same house as the two of us during our senior year in college.


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


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wisconsin loves the Restaurant Whore! Cheers and break a leg in your show.
-Intern Elliot...

10/27/2006 3:11 PM  

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