Monday, December 20, 2004

Creme Brulee

I am a little embarrassed to admit that I never tried creme brulee before this weekend. I made the mistake of thinking it was just like flan since it looks so similar, so I never got around to ordering it. OH MY GOD. Food has never affected me this much. Something broke inside me. I couldn't quite catch my breath, I started to laugh because I thought I might be losing my mind, and tears gathered in my eyes. I am aching for more right now.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

A freaking sonnet

Last night I drank Schlitz with my feet tucked up,
and listened to Etta James sing "At last."
It was a right jolly holly day sup,
the lights were low, reflecting off the glass.

We pulled glass angels out of their papers,
lining them up on the angel table.
Behind them rose golden tower tapers,
dripping wax down their wrapping cables.

The complications of a chocolate blintz,
with cognac-soaked blackberries on the top,
were pondered by my tongue until I winced
and had to beg the blintz to kindly stop.

The blintz had a mind of its own and played,
until my sappy heart had sorely paid.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Last night on the subway

There was this gorgeous tall man on the subway last night. He was joking around with his friend and then his friend got off. Now was my chance! I ventured eye contact. Then I thought he was laughing at me because I had glanced at him eight times in two minutes. I couldn't stop looking. He was carrying a musical instrument which means he could be in a band which is good for him, but maybe not for me, because band guys are sometimes not so prone to relationships. And he and I are destined for that, so I hope he doesn't go in kicking and screaming, by the way. I want to kick myself when I sound so much like Bridget Jones. In any case, he wasn't laughing. He was laughing at the hearing impaired man a few seats over. Not because the man was deaf, mind you, but because he was being purposefully entertaining, which is a relief on a tiring subway ride at the end of a depressing day. The deaf guy was enthusiastically signing to Tall-hottie and Tall-hottie seemed to understand every word, even though he didn't ever use sign language himself. Then, he got off the train and kind of pounded his heart, like "peace bro" to the deaf man. It was really touching, that's all I'm saying.
I don't ever do any "linkiness" for the readers of this blog. Sorry. I just want to sometimes tell a story to the world. Lucky world!

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Top ten reasons to just get pizza in the end

1. Tastes right
2. Fills up
3. Is not a salad
4. Will not leave you regretting the nasty corn chowder you just ate
5. Will not leave you wondering if you actually ate, or was that Sushi imaginary
6. Most people can be easily convinced of its merits
7. the texture and style
8. easy to walk with
9. its everywhere
10. cheap

Apparently I'm in a deeply introspective and analytic mood today.