venerdì, luglio 21, 2006

Are you trying to break my heart?

Not a peep out of Miss E.G. today. She's a bourgeois Christian from East Beirut so I'm just plugging my ears, closing my eyes, spinning and shouting "lalalalalala" - much as I imagine God is at the present time - hoping that her class, religion and geography will protect her; that she's not in touch because of her country's infrastructure being bombed back to the Stone Age and not because she's hurt. Because her country being bombed back to the Stone Age is a much better scenario. Fuck, I could cry.

Anyways, last night I took a break from listening to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and getting weepy over the fucking madness of it all to go to yummy yum responsible foodie restaurant Big Mamma's Boy, where I tried the Cabbagetown pizza with all its organic whateverness and it was good. Not Italy, not Greco's, but good. The flourless chocolate cake was also good. The real revelation of the evening was the single beer they had on tap, a delicious motherfucker of a local microbrewery product - there was a certain delicate verrrrrry subtle sweetness to it that made this the third straight night I got gently plastered and that made me forget the name of the fucking brand.

8 commenti:

Lady ha detto...

mmm Big Mamma's Boy!!!!!
best pizza in the city.

MMM GRECO'S.
can we go home this morning and just spend the afternoon binging and purging at Greco's? "I'll have a ham&cheese pita on whole wheat, a large pizza, and canneloni. ya, thanks. And Jessica? What do YOU want to order?"

and i'd say something supportive about your friend in East Beirut, but... well... i don't think that the impression that i have that even GOD is PRAYING right now is any comfort to anyone.

Lady ha detto...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=tzxnVukR7kQ&search=soul%20train
maybe this will make you happy? i know it did me.

calisaurus ha detto...

Speaking of pizza...

I have been nominated the official representative to invite you to a pre-drinking a pizza dinner party on Saturday night with Mr. N, Mr. S and myself before heading over to Mr. F's.

So... please come.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Lady: OH MY GOD. FUCK ME. I elect everybody who appeared in that video to be the new administration of the Earth, with the seventh bump-couples-dancing couple as King and Queen of Motherfucking Everything. Then everything will be alright.

And I just want a pepperoni pizza with some chili peppers - an item I would only ever order at Greco's or whilst shitface drunk. Fucking Canadian pizza pepperoni. Between that and Starbucks, Italian culture has been raped more often than the English language by Britney Spears.

And Cali, I'll be happy to. I'll be in more direct touch to see what sort of wine and whatnot I should bring.

Lady ha detto...

Lady: OH MY GOD. FUCK ME.
Honey, with the shirt you have on today, strap me up and call me Charlie!! (or Figaro, whichever.)
;)

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

I don't know why showing the world most of my tits cheers me up a little, but it does!

Melbine ha detto...

I hope you've heard from Miss E.G. since you've posted this? I am sending out positive vibes into the world for her and everyone else in Lebanon...

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Thank you, sweetie, no word. I try not to expect any because of what she's busy with, and that alone breaks my heart.