my life as a cartoon

Tuesday, oct. 17, 2006   |   0 comments

Last night Marco and I walked up to Zza’s for some hot pasta action, and as we sat down, our cute waiter said, “You know, I was at your reading last night, great job!”

Marco: “Oh no! I’m wearing the exact same sweater!” (And he was: a great orange and brown stripy number that he bought at H&M moments before the reading itself.)

Me: “Oh my god and I’m wearing the same thing, too!” (And I was: a cute black little 50s-inspired coatlet with red lining, also from H&M, festooned with a little wooden mouse pin — a gift to my now-deceased grandmother that my mom gave her in the early 60s.)

Cute Waiter: “That’s actually how I recognized you guys. It’s like you’re cartoon characters, you know how they always wear just the one thing?”

Me: “I am wearing different underwear, though.”

CW: “So…are you guys ready to order?”