And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen

I told the hostess I needed a nice table to work at, and I almost meant it. Almost. But what I really needed was to just watch the Skytrain pass overhead, suck on a cocktail straw, and read Caitlin Moran. I needed to remember myself, and so I got to remembering. What it feels likeContinue reading “And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen”