So Daniel and I went to Philly and made some treats to bring some sunshine to otherwise grey town.
One of my first jobs was assembling ceviche at a Latin American restaurant. By the 8th month, my hands were eaten away by citric acid and vinegar, and resembled a mars like soil. But here i was back in Philly, rehashing the past.
Not coincidentally, the hostess was my previous girlfriend and much of the furniture and the ambiance looked very familiar. I suspect that my memory rehash was largely because some of the furniture used to belong to me, but now was tastefully reinterpreted and nicely cohabited.
Anyway it was a blast so thanks for ya’ll for comin’








