So I turned 45 last week. The salt has nearly overtaken my pepper. I'm fatter than I'd like, for reasons that are not even remotely mysterious. I make less money than I'd like at this stage, but as a result of deliberate decisions I've made over the past few years that I wouldn't change on a bet. I skidded into my 46th year on the tails of an inspiring trip to New York to bond with my colleagues at About.com, a fabulous week-plus of sun and relaxation with friends in Playa del Carmen, and a whirlwind conference in Las Vegas where I had a couple speaking enagements. So, all things considered, I'm right where I want to be. And now, your periodic dose of audible amusement.
Bubbly young man, in a tone of delighted recognition to café pal: "She was eating one of those sausages when I met her!"
- Eatsdropped by Liz at Russian River Brewing Company
Guy on street: "Is he at a church or a bar? I can't tell the difference."
- Eatsdropped by Ezra on Melrose Ave in West Hollywood
Dudebro, to other dudebro: "I don't want a whole restaurant. I just want more booze."
- Eatsdropped by yours truly on avenida Quinta in Playa del Carmen