I didn’t know Elvis was Thai

People are wrong.  Elvis isn’t really dead, but I have to admit I didn’t know he was Thai.  What a surprise to find him in Hollywood performing at The Palms Restaurant.  On second thought, coming from Hollywood, maybe he’s not really Thai.  It could be a disguise.  Maybe he’s just short.

This past weekend I met my friend Janice for our monthly whine and dine meeting.  I love spicy.  I’m an aberration to the bland white guy rule.  It’s Mom’s fault.  “If it burns,” she’d always say, ”it means you’re getting better.”  I realize she may have been talking about the sting of Iodine, but in my mind, if the meal burns, it’s destroying all those nasty calories and leaving me lean and mean.

We had so much fun listening to Elvis we forgot the whine.  Maybe next month. 

P.S.  I showed this photograph that Janet snapped to my husband, the Reporter.  I know my hearing isn’t what it used to be ‘cuz I thought he said Elvis looked like an Asian pimp.  Maybe he said I looked like a Causacian blimp?  Could be that all that lime, cilantro, peppers, and spice wasn’t doing its job!

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