I ate so much. Most of it was really good, and the stuff that wasn't really good was either great or still a million times better than anything I'll ever get here. I'll write about it later, probably somewhere else than here. I don't think there's a lot of people on my flist who really want to hear me wax ecstatically about potato gnocchi with butter, sage, and white truffles, but ... man. So much food. So good. Time for salads for penance.
Also, I dreamed last night that I was dating Dick Cheney, who was watching his "past hits" on TV. He also had a thing for golden showers, which he claimed not to like but wanted to hear about. And valkyrikaren had moved into my house and become friends with Cathy Federici and some other people who were living there (including, I swear, lollipop), and I was sad because I didn't know where I was supposed to live anymore.
Will try to catch up with LJ. Must clear luggage out of hallway. Must take shower. See y'all.