The New and Improved Blog of Emily!

Thanks to Kevin, my blog will be beautified (soon to be complete with picture)...and I thank him heartily for his actions. Kevin republished my archives, so now they extend back to April, when I first started the journal. I reread the old posts, noticing how obsessed I was with our old pal Johnny Garrison (Alex tells me he's too low on the chain of comand to go to Iraq to die...so damnit)...I didn't realize how much of a rut I was in until I looked at proof square in the face. Thank God that I have some semblance of a life back (though Alex assures me I don't...but the thing is I am not all secure like he is and that's fine with me). Baby steps Alex...remember I am not as big and as strong with good Midwestern values as you are...I am only a stand-offish shallow New Englander...with much to learn (please, note sarcasm)...
Today my uncles took my mother and I out to eat at the Culinary Institute of America or the CIA...A man in a suit took my coat, pulled the chair out for me, and a man kept pouring me iced tea after iced tea. I had my own personal waiter at the French restaurant who served me food hidden under those silver tray covers (I thought those only existed in cartoons). I had the lamb chops, dipped in a chicken based batter with red wine sauce...it was heaven on a plate. For dessert, I had chocolate mousse, swimming in sauce with a chocolate leaf pointing out of the top. The food was so beautiful, I wanted to take a picture of it before I ruined it with my fork. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was important, like these people were serving me because I was me. I know that's not the case, but I wish it could be. I long to be important in someone's eyes...
After I left the CIA, I wanted a hot dog. I figure it was because I had been treated like a queen for three hours, I wanted to get back onto my level by eating something 2nd rate.
A 2nd rate meat for a 2nd rate girl...