i think my ideal life is a senator’s son in, say, 140 BC. I’m climbing the cursus honorum, but in a very leisurely way; I’m not really aiming for consul, which would be Too Much Trouble. I have dinner parties at which we discuss Greek theater and maybe think about trying to write Latin versions of them, but dismiss it as, again, too much work. Cato probably hates me. i am idle. my villa is opulent.
Things I like about this decal on a restaurant window:
-the insane orange waiter
-that he’s carrying his plates in the air like a strongman
-the couple looks like this isn’t the first time he’s done this, but it’s easier to just let it happen at this point.
-the sign says PASTA as if he’s screaming it like a frankenstein
-but he’s holding a plate of an entire chicken and a plate of wine glasses
-there’s three wine glasses
-one’s for him.
Penhales 