tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post7515337166968530827..comments2024-01-24T01:27:11.111-05:00Comments on Café Muscato: Notes From All OverMuscatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-67414044668384878092009-06-05T18:23:40.429-04:002009-06-05T18:23:40.429-04:00I love that statue!
I wonder if I can get it in mi...I love that statue!<br />I wonder if I can get it in miniature, for a my mantle.<br />Well, when I get a mantle that is.jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11116663308431251286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-44163511938489816542009-06-05T09:08:19.617-04:002009-06-05T09:08:19.617-04:00What a perfect description of an evening at the Sy...What a perfect description of an evening at the Symhpony here! More please!Suburbanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05722800832006632216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-28230201893730950972009-06-04T11:52:35.913-04:002009-06-04T11:52:35.913-04:00British comedian Ricky Gervais tells of someone wh...British comedian Ricky Gervais tells of someone who unknowingly (until he saw him leaving the building) met up with his own father at a gloryhole!<br /><br />Major ICK factor!The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-41993874407502370992009-06-04T11:28:37.497-04:002009-06-04T11:28:37.497-04:00Well, darling, at least you can console yourself t...Well, darling, at least you can console yourself that that was without question the <i>least</i> embarrassing place in the world that it would be possible to meet one's father stag. I mean, just consider the alternatives...Muscatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-75226576317555276242009-06-04T11:23:59.458-04:002009-06-04T11:23:59.458-04:00Oh, Doll, you had more fun than I did last night. ...Oh, Doll, you had more fun than I did last night. <br /><br />I was Ed's date for the local Historical Society's annual dinner. He was subbing for the otherwise engaged president of the Chamber of Commerce. <br /><br />A typical country club affair in the moneyed suburbs. We were decades younger than most attendees. There was a distinct odor of moth balls and lavender water in the room.<br /><br />Biggest surprise of the night was running into my father (a member of the historical society in a neighboring burg) who had come stag. My mother seems to have mastered, like Mr. Muscato, the art of the well-timed headache.<br /><br />...I must call her for pointers.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01851297819829806798noreply@blogger.com