I'm back. My trip was disorienting and bewildering - I feel like I've been in some sort of strange urban stupor that involved bingo with trannies on Monday nights, fading pervy poets spitting anecdotes about Rauschenberg, trash piling up on lower east side streets, perfect willamsburg bridge sunsets, and a surprising amount of sweet potato fries.
And a really, really good old friend.
Also, I seem to have misplaced my video camera cord (drat!) so you'll have to settle for just one picture of me and ASW from NYE. More to come, once I get my head on straight.
And a really, really good old friend.
Also, I seem to have misplaced my video camera cord (drat!) so you'll have to settle for just one picture of me and ASW from NYE. More to come, once I get my head on straight.
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I don't visit the boards very often these days, but when I do, and I see a comment from you, I either laugh or agree with what you're saying or some variation thereof.
So, hi! And I was about to say that I've never met a sweet potato fry I haven't loved, but that's not true. Non-crispy, limp, wet, slimy, undercooked sweet potato fries are the Devil. Also, I've tried many sweet potato chips, and they're universally bland and barely edible.