I was at Resi’s and I heard a man ask a couple what they were doing next Saturday. The woman replied, “We are celebrating Christmas with my family.” It was late January. I thought she must be kidding. I had a bratwurst sandwich and a side of German cole slaw, and read in the paper about Newt Gingrich’s plan for a new U.S. state on the moon.
The tigerman called me in to host Saturday morning. I was nervous. It was my first breakfast at Xoco. Carlos and I stood by the door and talked. He noticed how the color palette of a female diner’s outfit matched his own. “But she is wearing leather pants and high heels,” he noted. “If I wore leather pants and high heels it would totally change how people perceive me.”