Random Esquire

1. The Italian has this odd habit. When he gets worked up, he starts to sing the theme from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. We’ll be talking about something and suddenly, I’ll hear him bellow, “Innnnn west Philadelphia, born and raised, in a playground’s where I spent most of my days…” and there’s just nothing to be done until he’s worked it out of his system. Anything can set him off. And not just that song. Today, I said, “I wish you watched Survivor so we could talk about how hot Amanda is.” He said, “I’m a survivor! I’m not goin’ give up!” and off he went. I sighed. This was not as bad as his insistence, the other day, that he sing New York State of Mind. I said something about his ability to sing it and he said, “All us Jews can do Billy Joel!”

Who knew?

2. I ran into Fresh Express today, walking down the hallway. I asked her how she was doing. She pinched her fingers together and said, “Oh, about this much better than yesterday.” I said, “Oh? Are you having a bad week?”

I know, I know. I don’t know why I asked.

She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “I have cramps.”

Inside my head, I screamed.

3. QTMama dedicated a song to me. Dearest QT, when I think about me, I touch myself, too. (QTmama also sent drunk text messages to me last night…except she used the wrong number and now has a text pen pal who is very interested in getting to know her better.)

4. Bev and LynchSeattle sent me two cookbooks by well known Seattle chefs. I think I’m going to try my hand at a few recipes this weekend. Thank you, Bev and Chris!

5. I am learning the value of spontaneity and not always getting things done. I ordered a pizza last night and, remembering that the Ballerina tutored just a block away from me on Wednesday nights, sent her a text and said I’d just ordered pizza – want some? And thirty minutes later, we were eating and chilling out. It was a lot better than working all night. We watched Top Chef. She rolled her eyes at Padma. I clapped.

6. Plush and I will be doing a tasting tonight, concentrating on the food and wines of Italy. I am looking forward to seeing her.

7. Little Filthy’s come hither look: