Thursday, April 30, 2015


These were swimming round the light fixture at our conference dinner tonight (Pez, in downtown LA).  I'll come back - for fish (not that the non-fishy things that we banqueted on were anything other than delicious, particularly some little flat mushroomy patty items) and cocktails.  But o, the noise.  Is it age?  (don't answer that).  It was bouncing off the walls, and I have horrible earache, and couldn't hear anyone until the place started to empty out, and they couldn't hear me, and overall I had the most gloomy sense that my sensitive hearing apparatus was turning me into my father.  Please just bring me a tortilla outside if you see me ever approaching his standard of I-cannot-take-noisy-restaurants crankiness.

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