Jive Turkey. Ain't No Jive. Ain't No Turkey.

Thanksgiving has come and gone. Where did the time go?
Just back from Los Angeles. Did I ever mention that I have in-laws in We Ho?

We had a wonderful feast and consumed multiple alcoholic beverages (you know, to take the edge off).

We stared at the Hollywood sign.

We shared stories.
I confessed secret feelings of a deep, unwavering love for my pre-Recession cleaning lady. I loved the perfume of Fabuloso that clung to the air when she walked by. I made a humping motion to fully illustrate the love I felt when my toilets sparkled. Did I go too far? Fuck it.

For the first time in 15 years, I was myself around them. Unabashed, unafraid, and yet still somewhat apologetic. Now, at least if they don't like me, they can not like me for the real person I am and not some false representation. So much of this has been my fault. So much.
New leaf.
Turned.
So, excellent Thanksgiving day, excellent dinner, and excellent company was had.

On another note, A Diddy and I went to Bizarre and had the WORLD'S BEST DINNER.
I can't begin to express...the sensual and almost drug-like feeling wonderful food has on me.
This man, Jose Andres, is a fucking GENIUS.

Let's do a mathematical equation on this...

+ = Multiple Orgasms

(Jose Andres) (Carl Sagan)

I'm done holding your hand on these matters.

Jose Andres is from Spain but lives in DC (woot, woot). He has a restaurant that is almost exactly like Bizarre in DC called Minibar.

Now, I am not a fan of molecular gastronomy, but I can safely say I am a convert. Praise the Lord.

I wanted to scream, sing, make out and laugh all at the same time. Where we stoned?

Excuse me, Waiter, there is some delicious THC sprinkled in our tomato salad.

Think about it, with gastronomy you can get away with it.

We had jicama wrapped guacamole...deconstructed. First flavor, sweet. Second flavor, tangy. Third flavor, buttery. Finally, deconstructed corn tortilla? What?

How about some corn with a cream sauce, large grains of kosher salt and bitter, bitter grapefruit? Yep, deconstructed corn chowder motherfuckers!

They liquified mozzarella...and I drank it, like I was drinking from the fountain of youth.

Caipirinhas anyone? Ever had the real thing in a gelee? I was about to start rubbing it all over my body.

We were about to walk out of the restaurant to go get it on, when we bumped into an old Vegas friend. He coerced us, with blunt force, to have another cocktail. In the spirit of keeping the party rolling, and overlooking the obvious cock block, we set out to have the best gin and tonic I have ever had.

This is it:

(Blame Blackberry for the shitty image. I tried....and I was a bit drunk/stoned? to focus)

It has juniper berries in it. It has jasmine blossoms. I was told the most romantic story by our friend. He told us that on a trip to Spain with the chef, they sat at his hacienda during sunset after a long, grueling day. The chef offered our friend a cocktail and then set out to collect berries and blossoms for this wonderful, aromatic gin and tonic that we now held in our hands.

In summation, it was worth the cock block.

The next day, we visited our dear friends in Silver Lake, California. Ever been to Silver Lake? Even though I hate Los Angeles, this place is cool. It is a total artist town full of the most amazing people, schools and buildings.

Our friends fit right in there. Even their furniture looked better in its new environment, free of the Las Vegas pineapple and palm tree decor guidelines.

Furniture aside, they just started this little service and it is amazing. If you live in the LA area, check them out.

www.asiansoulkitchen.com

When I walked away from their house, I felt that strange chimichanga feeling in my stomach. Was I sad? Was I elated?

I guess I realized that it was the end of an era and the beginning of another for both couples. Although we will always be friends, our paths are no longer crossing. Glad their Hockney posters and vintage chairs found a better place to reside. Glad they are happy. And that we'll say we knew them when...