rice queen
so, i've been thinking recently about my stance against hanging out with asiaphiles. i guess common and mos def were right when they cautioned against saying "never say never cuz then u done said never twice"...and i've met some pretty great ones recently.
must be a granville island thing. that's all that needs to be said about that.
went dancing at the lotus and popped into wild rice, which seems like a wildly overpriced shi shi vancity place. who knows if the food is good...
the next nite, met up with the dearest to go to the ricepaper 10 year anniversary, and i got held up at the free box, but made it just in time for the food, though i was dressed too conspicuously not to be noticed going back twice. (in a free box special red satin mini, white sweater, diamond "brouch", kitty cat socks and fur boots toting my pierre cardin purse) also, my date had a flaming red mohawk.
it was amazing to see joy and gim speak, as well as hear sky's fabulous number calling, as well as run into a myspace photographer friend.
i also pestered some magazine folks about writing for them, and it may actually happen this time (cross fingers) i'll tweak the style a bit, since they actually came here to check it out (i'm humbled) and who knows, maybe you'll see your girl in on a larger scale yet. swiss chard(s)-the "s" is optional, appearing certain days on soup labias..uh, labels.
