Tastebud Orgasms

"We went to Delmonico's. *bliss!* One of Emeril's restaurants. He has three in New orleans and we were informed you usually needed reservations about six months in advance, so we kinda lucked out. I made everyone buy clothes to wear (myself included) so we didn't look like schlepps. Sean almost wet himself when he walked in the front door stating something like "I have friends who have been kicked out of places less nice than this!" We took Kim even though she was still throwing up, and you should have seen the service she got. The matrie'd (sp?) hovered around her all night, casually making inqueries about why she wasn't eating her salad and what not 'till he found out about her bad stomach. He went about getting her some sorbet saying it was often soothing for stomach ailments and monitored her closely, even walking her to the bathroom as needed. Classy. The food was beyond compare and the waiter was very knowledgable about wines. He told us stories about certain wines that were made from grapes only picked in 20 degree weather under the full moon... it was great! Sean couldn't keep his paws off my blood orange sorbet and Avri probably needed to have his seat re-upholstered based on the orgasmic reaction he had to his chocolate parfait. Like I always say: No greater love."


"Waiter? Could we get a towel over here?"
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