you ever have those nights where you get drunk and end up talking about books and magazines all night?....apparently this happens to me at those bass pumping shot consuming sites....even with slurried words, the mental visual is still clear...

 

"The sofa was perfect for sleeping. Not too soft, not too hard; even the cushions pillowed my head just right. Doing different tabulation jobs, I've slept on a lot of sofas, and let me tell you, the comfortable ones are few and far between. Typically, they're cheap deadweight. Even the most luxurious-looking sofas are a disappointment when you actually try to sleep on them. I never understand how people can be lax about choosing sofas.

"I always say--aprejudice on my part, I'm sure--you can tell a lot about a person's character from his choice of sofa. Sofas constitute a realm inviolate unto themselves. This, however, is something that only those who have grown up sitting on good sofas will appreciate. It's like growing up reading good books or listening to good music. One good sofa breeds another good sofa; one bad sofa breeds another bad sofa. That's how it goes.

There are people who drive luxury cars, but have only second- or third-rate sofas in their homes. I put little trust in such people. An expensive automobile may well be worth its price, but it's only an expensive automobile. If you have the money, you can buy it, anyone can buy it. Procuring a good sofa, on the other hand, requires styl and experience and philosophy. It takes money, yes, but you also need a vision of the superior sofa. That sofa among sofas.

The sofa I presently stretched out on wass first-class, no doubt about it. This, more than anything, gave me a warm feeling about the old man."

the topic of couches was brought upon by one of peter's infamous long winded stories....along with poor mitch...and poor morri....to cut all the seriousness amidst all that serious talk....we took a dr peper shot and moved on to bon appetit magazine...

cheers.

ps...hi arrissa.....