For Anonymous, Who Misses Me Even Though I Continue to Suck
Sweet, sweet Anonymous, I know I suck. I know. Really I do. But you see since that last post my entire world has exploded into a clusterfuck of real estate transactions. Not complaining -- I waited a long time for this shit.
We are buying a house. After a year of looking. I spent a motherfucking YEAR looking for a house in this city because I would not leave my restaurants. 6 offers later, we are in escrow.
Also. We are selling our condo. Again -- in escrow. Let's all say a silent prayer that the wheels don't come off on this one, shall we?
Additionally. Moving. With a 17 month old. There is not enough liquor in the world.
So, you see, the problem is really that I have no fucking time (or money) to eat out. Trust me, this leaves a much bigger void in my soul than lack of my writing could ever possibly leave in yours. (Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah my pain is worse than yours! I mean, honestly, why do you even put up with this crap?)
The best I can do right now is this: I got to hang out in the kitchen with my boy Scott during the re-opening of his bar, 15 Romolo. They have food now, and it is dee-lish. Even if it wasn't, the drinks (and the movie nights and gong show karaoke) are worth the trek over there.
And scene.
xoxo
Joy
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld
posted by Joy @ 8:24 PM
4 Comments:
Romolo's, the best bar in town - we come there after work all the time, for sliders and Jambolinis!!
Yay! Welcome to my world, someone to suffer with. But you need to add another child though, to make it even.
xo, Biggles
Have you considered morphing this blog into something more appropriate for these economic times? Yes, times have been good, and the whoredom was exhilarating, but now seems the time to hunker down to avoid the shit-storm of the next few years.
Perhaps 'Confessions of a Kitchen Wench'?
Oh come on now...this is getting a bit out of control...;)
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