Last week’s big adventure was cooking dinner for eighteen in Emma Lee’s Brooklyn pad. There weren’t as many pots, nor as many pans as he needed, but he managed to do a mostly vegan, mostly japanese meal that didn’t leave anyone too hungry. The Gang, more or less:
In other news, far flung ghosts have been calling out hellos: Santa Fe, Washington DC, and a fellow that courted Miss Emma Lee during the last months of her freshman year of college. Blasts from the past, indeed. An anticipated encounter is coming, as the most recent Seattle-to-Bklyn transplant is no other than her second date. The first, another story for another time, but the second was fiasco enough: thirteen year olds sneaking into Saving Private Ryan. Underage readers: don’t fake your way into war films. Things will go badly.


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