The ever urbane Muscato from Cafe Muscato describes an afternoon swanning about Vienna and then asks what the rest of us lesser mortals did lately for amusement. I bought a suede coat and a pair of giant blue and white porcelain vases; got trapped in a clusterfuck of traffic because of this World Series thing here for an hour and a half and then leaned out of my car window and spat on a limo that was causing a bottleneck on the only escape route out of downtown San Francisco.
Even as I let loose, I wondered who on earth I had become. I may have launched originally from Texas, but I’ve been a Lady for years now. Nevertheless, the limo’s passenger’s look of horror was immensely gratifying.
I may have been watching a little too much American Horror Story lately.