Hiding out in the French Quarter
Since I had paid to park all day for jury duty and I got out just before I had to get home for a call, I walked over to get some lunch at Italian Barrel, my favorite Italian restaurant possibly in the United States. It’s right across from the Mint and it’s owned and cheffed (is that a word?) by a woman from Verona. Sitting at the bar was Pell James, who until she left I never knew about, but then learned quickly that she was an actress and had been working on a movie here in our fair city. Something about the lips tipped me off that she wasn’t run of the mill (they were puffy) and something about how thin she was made me look at her jeans, which certainly looked like they were actress jeans – I was thinking about this as I had missed my work out today because of jury duty and had been sitting in an uncomfortable chair wondering if I was going to have to eat Skittles from the vending machine, when the opportunity to have a decent lunch arose and although I had made some sort of commitment to myself to eat only salads from now to the rest of my life, I actually had the homemade fettucini with tomato basil sauce instead.
I made a vow to myself to never have puffy lips and to get over ever being skinny. It works for me.