Meanwhile Back at the Brothel...
Part 2 is coming, stop your yapping already!
I haven't had time because I've been busy:
a) attending the Fancy Food Show where they had the oh-so-sexy Tyrell's potato chips that I first enjoyed in Paris in September. If someone here doesn't pick them up, I'm going to go all bitchcakes on their ass because THERE ARE NO GOOD POTATO CHIPS IN CALIFORNIA. Unless they are homemade. The nice folks from Tyrell's gave me a bag to take home. I believe it was gone before I even got it out of there. Also, their Consulate rep's last name was my (very uncommon) maiden name so I feel all familial and shit.
b) Going to a dessert tasting with my pussy patrol. Boris Portnoy knows his shiznit, yo. My favorite of the six (yes, six) desserts we tried? Carrot ravioli and avocado semi-freddo. Mmmm...veggie dessert (sounds gross, I know, but it was really good). Plus, Catherine made us dinner (bacon, eggs and champagne). It was so delicious that I might add her house to my restaurant rotation.
c) Working like a dog.
d) Becoming a hairless wonder.
e) Getting poked.
f) Singing ('cause that's what I do and shit).
g) Trying to not be fat.
h) Rehearsing (for a staged reading of "Henry V" so I get to parler Francais and all that jazz -- that's right, bitches, I'm the fucking princess).
i) Putting up my students' show, and drinking a lot afterwards.
With two dinner parties and a Ferry Building gorge-fest planned for this weekend, I expect you won't see Part Deux until next week. Life is for the livin', right?
I leave you with this exchange that took place between us and a server that hadn't yet met us at Delfina last week:
Super rocktastic server: I saw you were looking around; Did you need anything?
Me: Oh, no. That's just what we do.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld