It's that time again- homeless cardboard slogan of the month! "Family kidnapped by ninjas!"
Got a haircut today. There are so many restaurants around Clement that I really want to try: all you can eat hot pot/sushi/bbq, something banquet, dim sum. Gelled Asian hair feels like needles.
Then I headed downtown to try and find a nice pair of casual sneakers. DSW, Shoe Pavilion, Niketown, Adidas, Puma. I was so frustrated with finding a decent pair that I ended up buying a pair of pants from H&M. It was so disorienting moving about the shopping district; I usually let Clare do that while I allow my mind to wander elsewhere. Stores that reminded me of Clare: Levi's, Barney's, Bloomingdales. Stores that reminded me of Drab: Rasputin music, H&M. Oh right, Janey: Aldo.
In order to roast a chicken, I would need a spit. And the last time a friend's family presented a roasted chicken in front of me, I ended up eating it all and leaving none for his family. I would have felt more guilty if the chicken weren't so FINGER-LICKIN' good.
Staying with Nants for the weekend seems to be turning out into an ideal situation. I get to sleep on her full-sized bed, and she and My-oh-Myra will be making out on the air mattress in the same room.
L'Chaim!
2 comments:
our old and dead friend julia c gives two ways of roasting a chicken, oven and spit. she does say that it is more exacting to roast over oven vs. spit, but hey, you're a perfectionist at heart.
and by over, i mean in.
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