bathroom, Laurel’s Cuban restaurant, SF, originally uploaded by young@art.

My next bathroom visit of the evening wouldn’t be so pretty. Damon would have the camera and my jacket and my soul outside the warfield ladie’s room while I rejected grilled sole, habanero salsa and mojitos.

ร‚ย The rest of the photos are up on Flickr, even those tights and shoes I promised ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  1. Uh, yeah. It didn’t take long for the food poison to kick in. About 30 minutes from dinner, things just fell apart.

    Really sorry that happened, Sweetie. We’ll make up for it next time.

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