"Maybe I'm the first valet who's ever understood you."
Maybe you are, Antoine. Maybe you are.
Never have I finished the meal, denied the dessert, got the bill, calculated the tip, gulped the wine and looked up to see the car. Right out front, doors ajar.
Indian Garden on Devon: Go for the food. Stay for the Antoine.
About Me
- Kathleen
- I've got the headache, yo. Things I may or may not be typing about: Ibuprofen. Indie rock. Wants. Needs. Consumerism. Pop culture. Pop singers. "Sing. Sing a song." Advertising. TV. Movies. Trailers. Double wides. People watching. People mocking. Human nature. Nature as a scene as seen on a postcard. Chicago.
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