BED SHEET PROJECTION.JOE'S DESKTOP PHOTO JO MOWAT.
CURRY FOR THIRTY.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSCAR.
I MADE MY BED INTO A COUCH AND JOSEF AND I SLEPT ON IT.
ACCORDING TO HARRY'S CALCULATIONS, OUR RECIPE CALLED FOR 14 FINELY CHOPPED ONIONS. AND WE CRIED. IT HURT SO BAD AND AS SOON AS IT PASSED WE DECIDED TO ADD THE CHILE POWDER WHICH, OBVIOUSLY, SPILLED ON ONE OF OUR FOUR SCORCHING BURNERS AND TURNED INTO POISONOUS AIR THAT WAS COMPARABLE TO TINY KNIVES INSIDE ONE'S ESOPHAGUS. SENSATIONAL. FAR WORSE THAN PUTTING MY FACE INTO THE GIANT BOWL OF GLISTENING ONIONS WITH MY EYES OPEN. SO WE LET IT BURN. AND OPENED THE WINDOWS. AND PEOPLE LOVED IT. AND THANKED HARRY FOR SUCH A LOVELY MEAL. EVEN THOUGH. I. WAS AT LEAST HALF OF THE TEAM. WHATEVER. IT WAS MY APARTMENT AND EVEN THOUGH I HAD BEEN SO GRACIOUS TO TRANSFORM MY BEDROOM INTO A LUXURIOUS PARTY PAD, OUR THIRTY GUESTS PREFERRED TO SPEND THEIR NIGHT IN OUR BROWN CARPETED HALLWAY, OR SITTING NEXT TO THE KITCHEN SINK. IT WAS OSCAR'S 21ST. AND 3 PEOPLE SLEPT IN MY BED WITH ME.
