The Language of Love

" **location censured to protect my chances** " = New-speak or twaddle?

 

"... but I'm brain dead"? No need to state the obvious.

 

 

P.S. Lots of luck.

Hope you have a good night's rest! And good luck.

It's a tough life docoflove.

 

Best wishes.

Prescription follows:

 

Jacuzzi and sauna , light sleep.

 

1.butter glazed baby asparagus

2.soup of lamb's kidneys

3.sauted veal with light nochhi verde

4.profiteroles

5.a selection of cheeses, celery hearts and oat biscuits.

 

Dry Martini, Pertimaxus,

A smokey Claret .

Monbazillac.

 

Retire.

Prescription follows:

 

Jacuzzi and sauna , light sleep. (Only needed once a year at most. Are you trying to kill her?)

 

1.butter glazed baby asparagus (Lots of oysters)

2.soup of lamb's kidneys (Past' 'e fazoul)

3.sauted veal with light nochhi (Wot's this?) verde

4.profiteroles (And sfogliatelles and cannoli.)

5.a selection of cheeses, celery hearts and oat biscuits. (And lots of port wine and cigars.)

 

Dry Martini, Pertimaxus, (Perfect Patented!)

A smokey Claret .

Monbazillac. (Yeah, sure.)

 

Retire. (Why bother? Party. You're already smashed. Put it off to another day. Tell them you were in jail.)

 

P: Jacuzzi and sauna , light sleep.

GO: (Only needed once a year at most. Are you trying to kill her?)

Me: Jacuzzi/sauna/sleep is best, methinks. Esp. after walking all day in heels!

 

P: 1.butter glazed baby asparagus

GO: (Lots of oysters)

Me: Definitively P's answer; I'm allergic to shellfish, and asparagus is an all-time fave

 

P: 2.soup of lamb's kidneys

GO: (Past' 'e fazoul)

Me: gotta go Pasta e faggiole...not a 'innards' fan, save for bacon-type products (are they still considered from innards?)

 

P: 3.sauted veal with light nochhi verde

GO: (Wot's this?)

Me: he means gnocchi...and I could do this. Even if my nonna ruined veal for me (she made it mushy...don't ask)...this could hit the spot.

 

P: 4.profiteroles

GO: (And sfogliatelles and cannoli.)

Me: Yes, please

 

P: 5.a selection of cheeses, celery hearts and oat biscuits.

GO: (And lots of port wine and cigars.)

Me: Don't know if the port/cigars would go...but I like the cheese/celery idea!

 

P: Dry Martini, Pertimaxus,

GO: (Perfect Patented!)

Me: Amen

 

P: A smokey Claret . Monbazillac.

GO: (Yeah, sure.)

Me: hey, don't be picky...might even go a nice Pinot Noir or Chianti (I'm into lighter reds right now...just in the mood, I guess)

 

P: Retire.

GO: (Why bother? Party. You're already smashed. Put it off to another day. Tell them you were in jail.)

Me: If in good company, then I shall be with them. If alone (and that would be sad), then I shall retire. Sorta.

 

Either way...there will be celebration appropriate to the number of job offers received. Gotta go through this again on Wednesday with Campus #2. Heels and all!

:wub:

 

(Past' 'e fazoul)! Faggoli!, indeed!

 

So long as you are going to perform a chemistry experiment in your stomach at the end of the exquisite culinary respite, why don't you throw in a beer and a bump?

 

May Fortuna be with you, but, when all else fails, bribery usually assures the proper outcome.

 

Bribery?! In academia!? Perish the thought!