November 2009


I don’t do girly drinks.

But at the Hungry Cat the other day, I couldn’t help but coo, “Oooh that’s pretty” as the bartender set down the pimlico, greyhound proper and sazerac on the counter, enough to make his bald head blush.

Not that these drinks were girly; despite their soft pastel appearance, my pimlico packed a punch.

I like how the dark meat is separated from the white meat. In our household, of course, the dark meat disappeared faster than you can shake a turkey leg.

Life happened and I got distracted (from this blog).

It was only a few months ago that I moved into my Paris apartment and now I’ve moved out of it to go back to L.A. for the next two months. Just in time too, as Paris was beginning to get a bit gray and soggy which was starting to make me feel down.

I flew into LAX last Sunday and headed to the Bay Area about a day after my jet lag subsided, which was all for naught. When you go camping in the late fall, you go to bed at 8 p.m. anyway.

A year went by since I left California so I have some catching up to do.

Be right back…