Two Words

Anthony Bourdain...

Oh, and a few more words...

Four. Feet. Away.

I stepped by the long line waiting for autographs and walked toward the door. And there he sat, drinking a beer, smiling. I stopped. I looked. I smiled. It was all I could do to keep myself from lurching forward to lick his black leather jacket draped so carefully over his chair.

It was a fun lecture, but, frankly, he could have read Progresso Soup labels all night and I would be a happy camper.

*le sigh*

More about the lecture


Heading home to Boston tomorrow morning. I will resume the usual posts soon!