let's see. since we last met, i've had a vacation, a dramatic friendship breakup (never travel in packs of threes), and some might fine cheese sex. not necessarily in that order.
who cares about the vacation and the friend stuff. it's all about the cheese, right?
the scene: philadelphia, dibruno brothers
the cast: a young niave girl from kentucky, an older city slicker
i was putty in bruce, the cheese guy's hands. he asked me what i wanted to try. i told him. he said asked me if that was really what i wanted. i told him that i was just a small town kentucky girl and that he should educate me. he said that he couldn't do that there. i feigned shock. i told him i was a married woman, he said that he was a married man. and then the cheese sex began. there was a gorgonzola. lovely. a really amazing muenster. and then? aged gouda. okay, i know. it doesn't sound all that exciting. but butch put a sliver in our mouths to taste. then he put a sliver with a candied pecan and, good grief, i didn't know it could be that good. and i've been around the cheese block a few times, if you know what i mean. http://www.dibruno.com
there has also been some folk dancing. with an overabundance of cloudy days, you've got to take drastic measures. the perk? missing. must find a way to reclaim the perk.
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