kiki: omg, my girlfriends and I had SO much fun watching those two testicle-toters. One of them was a wild-eyed ‘artiste’ determined to discover where the Quill proprietors had hung a painting he’d ‘gifted’ them a few weeks ago (probably without even asking if they wanted it). The other was a narcissistic ‘author’ on a similarly ludicrous mission—to see where the owners had stashed the cookbook he’d given them (in this case I’m pretty sure the owners did NOT want it—the author can’t cook).
The GFs and I split a gut watching these poor numskulls stumbling around in a frantic dither. The best was when the artist’s wife finally found the cookbook—shoved sideways (so you couldn’t see the cover) onto an out-of-the-way shelf under a pile of old magazines. The author pulled it out indignantly, and first thing he notices is that there was a bookmark in it, in exactly the same place it was in six months ago when he gave them the book—proof that the Quill owners hadn’t even opened the thing! SO FUNNY. Even the author’s friend the artiste (btw his painting was hanging upside-down on a wall kind of out of sight at the very back of the restaurant) was pissing himself laughing!