Where Pigs Fly

I forgot a few last night: Balthazar, the Blueprint, and Bledsoe (Tempest).

Days here in Nashville: 3

Pairs of shoes packed: 5 (patent leather peep toe pumps, converse all-stars, pink suede knee high hooker boots, pinstripe stilettos, patent leather ballet flats)
Number of dresses packed: 4
Jeans: 1, black pair
Bikinis: 1, gingham
Handbags: 2, including green alligator clutch
Scarves: 1, always good to have (pinky, my lucky one) for head and wrists.
Books: 3. FrankO'Hara (its my Amex, you dig?), Charles Simic (goddamn magician. wrote a book called (get this)"return to a place lit by a glass of milk")("wedding in hell"), Bolero ("savage detectives"). Shit, that's four. I'm a nerd (a well dressed one, though. see above)
Notebooks: 1, pink leather bound.

Stuffed animals to sleep with: 1, little lamb 
BBQ items consumed thus far: 3
Oh, one more for the list, pals: Brisket! (in my basket)

Perfume: Coco Mademoiselle (Chanel. always)

I read on zee plane that NORMAN MAILER USED TO PLAY TENNIS WITH CHARLIE CHAPLIN.
On.

The.

Regular.

That blows my mind.
Chauffeured my thoughts all morning.

LostHighway is a great place to work.  

You're going to have a heart attack when you hear how grand and old-new the new Elvis Costello is. 

Oh Nashville, I forgot that I love you.

You're a Spaghetti Western.