F's birthday pics

pictures from miami trip

i make Target runs in chicago. not because i need to buy anything to use in chicago, but because i get to expense my cab ride there and back, and because i don't have to lug my purchases from the subway back to my apt since i will just stuff everything into my roller bag, carry it on board the flight, take it off the plane and bring it to the car that takes me to my doorstep. MUCH MUCH MUCH easier than getting on the NR train to atlantic ave. targets in new york suck anyway- far too small, messy, dirty and you know, just lacking that sprawling suburban mall feel i so love about big box retailers.

update on date with media mogul. lupa was all booked up and since i am afterall a mere mortal, i could not get a reservation on a monday night at 7pm for dinner at lupa. he said it's ok, let's keep the day and try for something else in that neighborhood. we ended up going to da silvano which was overpriced italian food that my own italian man could whip up. but of course he picked up the $100 per head tab so i cannot complain.

we talked about his work, his adventures in the amazon, cruising down the nile, snorkeling in the galapagos, safari-jeeping in the serengeti and best of all being
in the same room chatting with FIDEL CASTRO. in fact, fidel even signed his cuban stamps, time magazine covers that featured him, and a few weeks later sent over some cuban cigars and rum. how fucking cool is that.

he told me about how he would buy a trip for any of his grandkids that turned 10. that's when i heaved a sigh of relief because i knew he was not intending to get in my pants- being a grandfather isn't exactly sexy.

so after dessert i asked him how he was getting home. he said he drove and "i will walk you back home and then to my car." yikes. so we walked and commented on what a nice night it was.

we got to the door of my building and stopped. WHAT was to happen next??

"ok, this is me!" i piped
"ok- well, it was nice to see you again"
"yes, thanks so much for dinner"
"you are welcome"

and then he leaned over... and we bisous-ed twice on the cheek a good night.

so unfortunately nothing scandalous to report or lots of money to sue for, but only good company to keep and influential friend to have...no? oh well i guess no sugar daddy-o for now and i will keep the pauper of the italian man i have for now (which isn't all that bad because he is cute and cooks well).

who wants south beach when you got lago maggiore?

In the last 10 months I have consumed more carbs than I probably have in the last 10 years. How about that to celebrate my devotion to the south beach diet.

I keep telling the italian man that I am not made to eat as much pasta as he eats- My body type will not deal with it the same way. He says bulls and that he has never had as much asian as he has had in the last 10 months either that he is spewing raw fish from his ears.