Sesquepostennial: Local Celebrity Spotting!

At breakfast/lunch/dinner today at 2Amys (a restaurant which we've largely abandoned since becoming completely addicted to pho), a particular local entrepreneur/chef turned up behind us as we were finishing.


This particular EC has been a patron of establishments Ana has worked at in the past, and was --to put it kindly--not someone you'd like to wait on. So it was funny when we overheard him discussing the prices of numerous bottles of wine, each of which he found too expensive. But whatever! It's a person's right to do what they want with the money they reap from the cakes they sell for $60, right? Right.

Anyway, maybe overhead is really high these days.


But the whole point of the story is that when we left, this Maserati was parked illegally in front of us:


We were both hoping desperately that it was his, but on a little bit of hunting, turns out it isn't . (College stickers don't match up.) I was really hoping that he drove a red car named "Rocket." Because that particular moniker connotes lots of funny, gross things.

BONUSBONUSBONUS Pedro, after 6+ months of not being allowed in the bedroom (he's a danger), still thinks he's getting in: