Andy and Alisha, two of my good friends back in New York, got married over the weekend. I told them, “Sorry I couldn’t be there, but if you guys want to come out to Vegas and have your vows renewed by Elvis, let me know because I know a guy.”
They laughed, but, like… I actually DO know a guy. Where else on the planet could I say that and not be joking?
Mindy, that cookbook sounds awesome and that means a lot from me, considering how much I hate to cook. Although I have gotten better about it; I can’t even remember the last time I ate tuna out of a can with a fork and had the nerve to claim that I made lunch.
And in closing, I would just like to let everyone know that “Santa Fe” should be called “Eugene, New Mexico.” Deja-vu all over the place.
