Trudy, you forgot "searching out and imbibing tasty cocktails, preferably in a tiki-esque surrounding".
preferably surrounded by women with short hair
'Touched'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Trudy, you forgot "searching out and imbibing tasty cocktails, preferably in a tiki-esque surrounding".
preferably surrounded by women with short hair
Trudy, you forgot "searching out and imbibing tasty cocktails, preferably in a tiki-esque surrounding".
preferably surrounded by women with short hair
in San Francisco
It's like the Hecubus version of "in my pants/in bed".
1. Getting women to cut their hair
2. San Francisco.
3. Getting women to cut their hair and move to San Francisco
4. Getting women to move to San Francisco and cut their hair
You forgot baseball.
You forgot baseball.
...and an almost fanatical devotion to the pope! I'll come in again!
OMG I can't imagine the wonderfulness of having Shrift and Vortex moving out here. And I haven't met Nora and Tom, but I am guessing they could only add to the wonderfulness too.
I wanna go to Barb's and eat.
(I haven't yet met F2F Shrift either. How is it possible to have such preemptive affection for these blinvisible friends?)
Trudy, you forgot "searching out and imbibing tasty cocktails, preferably in a tiki-esque surrounding".
You forgot baseball.
Fair points.
1. Short haired women
2. San Francisco
2.5. Tiki drinks involving the above
3. Little League
That still only gets us to three.
Gee, what a fun game. Maybe we can play something else?
Gee, what a fun game. Maybe we can play something else?
We can talk about cats.
Okay, I lied, because this sounds wicked good--
Vuaka Kei Na Ura Tavuteke (Pan-fried fillets of pork and shrimp with asparagus, broccoli and vudi [plantains] in orange sauce.)
And based on our Khorkina discussion, this bit of narrative from the cookbook had me snorting Diet Coke up my nose:
The first impression I got from the emu I encountered in semi-captivity within an animal park in Australia was hostility. A wire fence separated us, and I was glad for the barrier. The animal stalked over to me, fixed me with a beady eye, opened its powerful beak and exhaled vorcibly and rather foully in my face. I then commenced to strut back and forth on its large, three-toed feet, like a drill sergeant reprimanding a recruit. I promptly abandoned any attempts at encouraging friendship.
A few days later, at a chic bush-food restuarant in Canberra, I retaliated. I ordered emu satay with a citrus-honey glaze. [...] (I suspect this particular emu had placed first in the 1600-mile race around the Great Australian Bight region between Perth and Adelaide. The meat was well exercised, in a word--tough.
::still snickering as she goes back to skimming recipes::
We can talk about cats.
Beautiful. I love torties.