Eating Meat

So last night I met up with my friend DC. That boy works way too much. He didnt get out 'til 9pm so meet a few buds in Soho for a drink first. We then when to the Testosterone Restaurant, sorry I mean Bodeans. If you have not been to a Bodeans before, it is basically a new york deli type place that serves meat - ribs, pulled pork, chicken. The kind of food that makes you feel like you have just eaten a bowling ball! It is all very Henry VIII, ripping up animal flesh and licking sauce covered fingers. I remember going there once and seeing a huge table of business men all sitting round eating. Their was so much macho tension there that we joked if a stripper had turned up they probably would have dragged her on to the table and eaten her. I always think of a comedy routine I saw once where the comedian was talking about a place for men where there is a massive fire in the middle and you just throw a cow on and everyone helps themselves. I think Bodeans is the nearest to that Utopia!

So, much waxing lyrical and talking shit was done. As my friend DC is always working when I do see him it emphasises how much I miss the big lug. Sometime it is hard to make the distinction between being dedicated and working hard and working too much. Although I suppose this is the curse of being an editor. I hope he can find a balance soon.

I am out for a drink tonight with a girl I used to flirt with all the time. Of course I was always unavailable before, so tonight should be interesting.