This is the draft that Mike wrote, Part II

Mike posted this message on nola.com the other day. It’s a very sad thing.

it saddens us to report that the shop will be closing permanently on thursday, november 30th.

it’s been a pleasure.

– mike anderson

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The only possible bright light is that he had a meeting with Governor Blanco herself yesterday and there’s talks about getting him a state contract… but really, unless he gets the money in his hand in the next two days – not much good more empty promises will do for him.

No Accounting for Taste (in men) AKA My Would-Do List

Earlier tonight I was talking to Craig on AIM and we started talking about how we would never, ever chase the same guys. For instance, Craig thinks Brett Mycles is like, incredible or something. I don’t see it. So, I started sending him pictures of guys that I thought we’re cute/hot/sexy or whatever you want to call it. It quickly became obvious that I am apparently some sort of mutant gay male. I always knew I liked guys that were older, I assume having something to do with losing my father when I was young, but my tastes are a bit… different I guess. I like rather clean cut guys, but not military or ├╝berbutch. I’d rather love handles than a six-pack. I like receding hairlines and glasses. I dunno. I like the father-of-the-kid next door type. :)

edited: 12/13/06
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Stuffed like a turkey

Gobble gobble.

Holy copious amounts of food, batman! 1

Cheryll, Andy, Miss. Pat, Craig and I went to the Chatau Sonesta for Thanksgiving brunch today and honestly, I have never been in so much food induced pain in my life. I started it off with a sensible salad and grilled veggies. I saw Andy was eating and recommending the Eggs Pontchartrain so I got that on my next trip as a side dish to a plate of broiled shrimp, pecan crusted salmon and small tastes of cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes (to see if I wanted to go back for more.)

I rested, walked around for a bit and returned to the table with a plate of two big slices of turkey, prime rib, and a coupling of heaping mounds of cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes.

I went back for a waffle with a side of French toast trimmed with pecans, strawberries and syrup. I re-visted the bar for more turkey, prime rib, cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes before scavenging at the chocolate fountain where I speared amd smothered many pieces of poundcake, kiwi and strawberries; eating some there and bringing a few pieces back with my mint/chocolate/hazelnut mousse and bread pudding with white chocolate rum sauce.

Holy shit.

After I exploded, Andy and Craig scraped the bits of me off the walls, put them in a box and brought them to my apartment where they slept, reformed and woke up a half hour after they were supposed to be at work.

1There’s so many lists of foods that I ate in this post, I’m not even going to try to fix the inevitably glaring comma splices so y’all will just have to deal with them.