We can bring the mystery ingredients.
"What? No Mystery Meat on the buffet menu? What sort of organisation is this...?"
Just went over the contract, and it's extremely straightforward. I'm forwarding it, along with the credit card stuff, to Guardian Angel Laura.
Forget the worship. I'm just so excited at the thought of visiting your fair city again. Not to mention nibbling on Deb treats. Yum!
Not to mention nibbling on Deb treats. Yum!
My mind went to a porny place instead of a foodie place there.
Any way ya want to read that.
buhWAH!
Laura, is it possible to take a photocopy of the front and back of the credit card, and fax/send it to Sheila?
edit: damn! forgot this earlier:
Oooh -- you guys could Iron Chef it!
"And today's secret ingredients are: fava beans! And a nice chianti! Allez, cuisine!"
Will do tomorrow. I gotta go home and cook dinner for the kids. It won't be Iron Chef worthy. It may even be drive through.
Reminds me, I need to email David E. He's getting cookies, but not in this heat. No way am I turning the oven on...
x-post with press: SA is stuck at LAX until midnight PDT. She wants to hang with some LAistas but can't find phone numbers. Give her a call. Dinner would be good.