This weekend was all comfort food and thrift shopping for shows.
Including My Mothers Lesbian Jewish Wiccan Wedding.
Which includes songs about not needing a penis,
and advising not taking your lesbian moms to hooters.
Pan seared lamb shoulders & haricots.
Bacon & Egg sandwich with grape tomatoes.
Gratin du Gruyere.
Scenes from the thrift shop here in Astoria where I was
visually accosted when the attendant of said shop dropped his trousers.
Not knowing what to do I meekly excused my self past his trouserless self.
Sadly, I had to hang around the shop for a bit while I waited for my director
to approve photos of items to purchase. I sought refuge behind a pack of grannies
who wandered into the shop.