Roasted Goat, Please
Yesterday at lunch I had to make some important phone calls, so I missed lunch at the hotel-meeting. I went across the street to a little greasy food place. A Sri Lankan sold me a gyro. While I was eating there were Fleet Street tabloids to read and Polaroids of patrons, mostly from the UK. I had no idea the lardy laddies all went to Orlando on their holidays.
Today at lunch I had tempura and sushi. The blood red tuna was good, but that delicately pink salmon was wonderful. The woman at the table next to us, with the really big blond hair (wig?), looked very surprised, but I don't think it was because of her food. It was more likely the facelift.
The people running this thing that I'm at have their own WiFi net, but it's encrypted. "Because of people like you," they said, when I asked. So I have to pay. I have 25 hours left.
From Sketchbook 9, 1993
Yesterday at lunch I had to make some important phone calls, so I missed lunch at the hotel-meeting. I went across the street to a little greasy food place. A Sri Lankan sold me a gyro. While I was eating there were Fleet Street tabloids to read and Polaroids of patrons, mostly from the UK. I had no idea the lardy laddies all went to Orlando on their holidays.
Today at lunch I had tempura and sushi. The blood red tuna was good, but that delicately pink salmon was wonderful. The woman at the table next to us, with the really big blond hair (wig?), looked very surprised, but I don't think it was because of her food. It was more likely the facelift.
The people running this thing that I'm at have their own WiFi net, but it's encrypted. "Because of people like you," they said, when I asked. So I have to pay. I have 25 hours left.
From Sketchbook 9, 1993
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