On Sunday I went to see an old friend in the city. It was good to see her again. It was good to be out on a Sunday after church. She looked the same, but was not the same. I guess that goes for me too. I wonder if we change every seven years?
Her brunch was brilliant and she was still a doll just like I remembered her. I can hardly believe she is a DJ now. She is a hustler for sure. But I'm one to talk with my three jobs. lol. I am addicted and conflicted.
Afterwards, we headed to a small cozy bistro call Chez Mamon. It was fab-u-loso, as my friend Jennifer would say. The onion soup, yummy and love in the tummy. The steak with peppercorn sauce, delightful and tender. The place proves, good things do come in small packages.
Speaking of smaller packages. I start my wonderful diet tomorrow. I have never in my life had to diet. I was always able to eat as much as I wanted whenever I wanted. Then last year, my friend, Mr Metabolism left me for another lucky woman. I can't complain. I had a long run with my dear one. Also, my gym opens on the first too. This might be too much for one person to take. But I will do anything to win the affections of Mr. M again!
OK, it just occured to me.... Why did I feed the need (that is not a typo) to eat brunch and then follow it up with French food? Maybe this is my problem. Eating every 2 hours. Welllllll. I only had the soup.... the steak was was on loan....