Sunday, August 3, 2008

What's your pleasure?



That's what my dad used to ask the guests who dropped by for cocktails. They all seemed so urbane and sophisticated -- the women in sundresses, sipping martinis and creating trails of cigarette smoke. Oh, the men were there too, but I remember them more by their low rumbling laughter, and I could never quite catch what they said. Anyway, what's your pleasure? I didn't know the joke at the time, but I think it was a hooker phrase, so it always made the guests laugh.

But here's my pleasure. Or one of them. Alatdena gardens. Any extreme you want. Or have it all.

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