Hi friends, sorry I’ve been so absent. Turns out I actually have to work at my new job! Quite hard! Not that I’m complaining in the least. I am learning something new every day, challenged until my brain hurts and think I’m going to be very happy there. But a story to start off your week:
I met a friend for a drink last night on H Street and struck up conversation with a man hovering next to me at the bar. We discussed what I had for dinner (bone marrow) and my favorite food group (salami) and in great detail the deliciousness of bear.
I got a lot of high fives, as this drunk gentleman thought that any attractive young lady that loved meat as much as I did was the woman of his dreams. I believe he proposed marriage in fact. When he told me he was a chef, I asked where he worked.
“SM,” he said.
“Oh, SM?” I asked. Do you know a man named Bob?
“Yeah, Bob’s a great guy!” he said, slightly slurring his words. “How do you know Bob?”
“I’m Bob’s daughter.”
“Oh, shit. I just hit on Bob’s daughter,” he said.
And the conversation concluded. At least for a little while. Then he had a couple more drinks and went on and on and on about how it was so unreal that Bob was able to create a woman as good looking as myself. It blew his drunken mind. I thanked him and told him I looked just like my mother.