Surprise!

I went to Walgreens on friday to pick up my photos - I know, film, how retro. It had been about a year since the photos were taken and I didn't remember what was on there, so as I'm flipping through photos of my old house mixed with some pictures of a trip to the snow, low and behold: a boob! At first I thought - is that mine? I don't remember taking that picture nor do I remember receiving those serious looking hickies - I must have been wasted. Upon further inspection I have come to realize that sadly, the breast does not belong to me. It is both larger than my own and darker in skin tone and the hands that are holding it are much better taken care of than mine. So whose is it? Having surrounded myself with somewhat immodest friends - save a couple - I have come to know their breasts quite well. It is none of theirs. So who? Perhaps the photo developer at Walgreens took a particular liking to me and decided to show me her breast? Perhaps not. Perhaps a former roomate mistook the camera for his and decided to document his most recent conquest...... The mystery remains unsolved.

bar tartine

bar tartine
Originally uploaded by disaster master.

I took Marc here for his birthday, partly for him and partly because I've been wanting to try it for about a year now. We started out at Parea the wine bar down the street and then made our way to Bar Tartine. All in all it was a delightful experience. The food, though creative, wasn't the best I've ever eaten but still quite tasty. We had some gorgonzola stuffed figs, cilantro bread soup, quail and something I can no longer remember....