Menagerie

PART ONE: Doppelganger

Dear Karatebon,
You have a doppelganger. Not just a twin, but someone who looks so much like you that it has happened on several occasions that I have tried to say something witty to this poor individual, in hopes that I would be starting a conversation with you; only to have her turn and look at me with a face full of confusion. When this happens I, of course, pretend as if nothing has transpired. The resemblance is really quite frightening. I normally see her on my way home, she gets on the green line at Arlington, and gets off at Park Street.
She has the same texture of hair, same color of hair, same color of eyes, same shape of face, same body type, the only thing that might be a little bit different is height; she may just be a tad bit shorter... 9 times out of 10 she is seated, so I have only come to this conclusion fairly recently. She even tends to wear things that you would wear. Yellow for instance, I see her in yellow often.


PART TWO: Crepe

On Saturday the boy and I had the classic dinner and a movie night. We went to see W., the Oliver Stone bio-pic of our current sitting president. It was a good film; by no means a great film. It was the dinner prior to the movie that was great.
We had stuffed crepes, and they were delicious. Mine was filled with pretentiousness. I figured that if I was going to have a crepe for dinner that I might as well have it live up to being as pompous as possible.
A crepe filled with brie, arugula, caramelized onions and portabella mushrooms... Ridiculous, but scrumptious.