Little Known Facts About Me, Con't.

Continuation of the Meme of 100.

LKF #17: I was once barred from a Tex-Mex Restaurant/Night Club, named Cantina West, for picking a fight with a group of bikers. Katja and I were almost barred from the swank Broadway Theatre District restaurant Sardi's. Not for picking a fight, mind you, but because we had had a FABULOUS day in New York, had nothing to eat, and had just seen a musical, and their delicious dessert "Boccatella Dolce" got us sugar-high and giggly. The mobster-looking goodfellas pretending to be Maitre d's didn't help our giggle-fits either. Luckily, we had enough sense to clear out of there before they gave us cement shoes and a peek of prime real estate on the bottom of the Hudson river. The Moral: Can't take me anywhere.

LKF #18: My favorite ice-cream flavors tend to revolve around chocolate. My current favorite is Godiva White Chocolate Raspberry. But in truth, any ice cream will do. No, I mean it, any flavor short of garlic ice cream (YUK!) will surely make my tongue and tummy happy.

LKF #19: I detest the color ORANGE. Not if it's on a tangerine or other citrus fruit, or on Halloween, but otherwise, I don't know why it was created. On my trip to Finland I saw several people with orange scarves, etc., and it seemed to be the "IN" color of the moment. I have to agree with Elle Woods of Legally Blonde who said, "whoever said orange was the new pink, was seriously deluded."

LKF #20: I'm allergic to cats. Sad thing is, I like them, but pretty much the moment I see one the histamines start building up, and within minutes or hours (depending on the cat) my face will have broken out in a bright red rash, making me resemble a walking parchment map with red islands and continents on it. However, in my first apartment in the U.S., a black cat with white socks visited my door at nights, and I would feed her cat food I bought just for the purpose. I named her "Nightie"—a few months later I learned that she wasn't a stray, but belonged to the neighbor across the street, who had been wondering why she ate so little at home. I had allergy tests once, which also told me I'm hugely allergic to cows. Although some day I would still like to realize my childhood dream of being a real cowboy (or cowgirl, to the gender-nazis), it may prove problematic. Allergies suck!

P.S. I just realized all 4 of these included some mention of food. Yes, I admit, I am very food-oriented. Speaking of which, it is, as Winnie-the-Pooh would say, "time for a little something."