It’s Friday. And I am thinking you are needing a place to get away . Somewhere where no one knows your name and you can sleep as late as you want and stay up as late as you want and eat what you want. It’s on a side street, a bit off the beaten path but an easy walk to the corner market to pick up fresh chevre and some home-made olive oil to dip your bread in. There’s some great Merlot and lemoncello in the cabinet so help yourself. My only tip is—don’t tell anyone where you’re going. Especially if his name starts with an Ed and ends with a ‘tude. Dude with a ‘tude. That’s all I’m sayin’.
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