poukledden

...much to the jealous anger of the other waiters in the place that was like a Bentley's/Lovin' Spoonfuls mashup  (the guys particularly jealous, in an ugly way, leering at her and talking loudly about wanting her to finally take it all off in a movie). She had minestrone soup, and barely acknowledged me as she talked earnestly with her Tucson friend. And then a phalanx of paparazzi descended upon the table, and she was whisked away by attendents.

When I woke up, it was with a bit of a shudder. The men were vile and creepy, making me feel unclean by association.