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A Tomb With a View
Thank you and thank you. Sorry about the morbid subject matter. For some reason it just was there and I had to get it out. When my father died, my husband had a difficult time with the viewing. Jewish people don't drag it out. Two days and you're done. I think it was a week before they buried my father.— April 26, 2010 7:05 a.m.
Tundra # 15
Go girls go!! I lived with two roommates in PB during the early '90s. OH MY GOD!! I wrote a story about our fun and their subsequent abandonment of me. If you want to hear it, I'll post it next month. It still kills me.— April 25, 2010 6:50 p.m.
Michael Fanghella Seeking $150,000 Job
Then they are stupid. Ignorance is no excuse. Ignorantia juris non excusat. You do not willfully ignore that which is obvious. Only at your own peril. Which is non-existant until you are broke. Oh, Victim, to you I feel sorrow! Not.— April 25, 2010 6:45 p.m.
Just Tell Me What You Want
Secretary is one of my favorite movies. James Spader may or may not have been a part of that... Men like Andie McDowell precisely for the attributes you have so succinctly (or maybe not) presented. She is always, always, always, no threat. Bland. Dud. Maybe not so much in SL&V.— April 25, 2010 5:25 p.m.
Shift's End
Have you ever been inside a bar and known that you should leave? This is that kind of place.— April 25, 2010 5:16 p.m.
Any Wednesday Morning
I would not be surprised if we shared a bartop dance. You two would be seriously fun to hang out with. Dangerous, but fun.... "Serious jammed pack booty music blasting meat market, waitresses all Filipinas with boob jobs in daisy dukes, WestPac widows grinding it on the floor with sailors on leave, OMG crazy drama." "where i could dance like a maniac...work up a lovely moist attractive sweat all over so that my clothes would cling...watch the men smile and snicker and say obscene things to me in Spanish" Hose me down!!— April 25, 2010 4:51 p.m.
Michael Fanghella Seeking $150,000 Job
The wives are most often cast as the "victim" but when you are wallowing in ill-begotten money and it is suddenly taken away you cannot mistake victimization for deluded self-pity.— April 25, 2010 4:47 p.m.
Simple Food
Oh, CF, this is so wonderful. The food of childhood and how it was prepared is a big part of us. We grew up with the typical working mom stuff - meatloaf, Shake and Bake chicken, peppers and sausage (mmmmm), Roast and Boast Pot Roast, and of course, spaghetti on Friday. Everyday my mom would call from work and say "take the - insert meat of choice - out of the freezer and put it up where the dogs can't get it." The dogs stole many a half-thawed carcass from the counter. Once she got home, she put us to work. Slicing onions and peppers, peeling potatoes and carrots, opening cans of veggies to set simmering on the stove. I always made the meatloaf. To this day, even though I no longer eat meat, I can make a mean meatloaf. As I got older, I gravitated to more sophisticated meals and loftier cuisine. But now, when I cook, and I cook almost every night, I always fall back onto the meals of my youth. They taste like love.— April 25, 2010 2:15 p.m.
Any Wednesday Morning
E Street, between 4th and 5th. Go check it out. Seriously, it is a different world. They keep it super dark inside during the day. My bar days are long over, but The Star Bar held a strange fascination.— April 25, 2010 8:40 a.m.
Any Wednesday Morning
The Star Bar!! This is sooooo good. The Star Bar is where you go to spend your SS checks. It had a moment in time of being cool when hipsters thought it was great to be slumming with the real sideshow of humanity. We all know how that goes. Boredom ensues, and the Stingarees open up to a new economy and so on and so on. One time during my arrogance I sat down to a cheap cocktail at the Star only to have my bartender's lunch be besieged by cockroaches. She ate as if nothing happened. I've never gone back.— April 24, 2010 9:47 p.m.