Wednesday, April 16, 2008


Between engagements-- last night dinner with a former lover, tomorrow dinner with an inspiring soul -- I returned home this evening after some errands to revel in the quintessence of bachelorhood. I shucked my trou, mixed myself a cocktail of bourbon and freshly reamed tangelo juice, and stuck my feet into a tubful of the good, albeit deranged, Dr. Bronner’s hemp almond soap, diluted, of course (Dilute! Dilute!), and read a bagatelle by S.J. Perelman in the collection Americans in Paris. Ahhhh...

This pinecone, which I found tight-fisted in the BBG on Saturday, has bloomed:

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