I woke up this morning from my meat coma, induced by my b-day dinner with Alanna at Mortons steak house, and I don’t think I need to eat meat ever again. I have hit my quota for my lifetime.
The wine and bread and appetizers and desert didn’t help much with the to much food problem either.
uuugh. Please just let me have a salad today.
Alanna and I also got into a scooter/Motorcycle accident together. Her scooter is recovering nicely at the SF scooter center and Alanna has a few cuts and bruises. We were right in front of the 500 Club so we decided to stop in for a drink while her scooter took a rest.