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We also drank a great deal of homemade damson vodka, a lovely hostess gift from serpentstar.

Kenneth Hite's Journal princeofcairo 2008

So the way I remember it starting is like this: sitting in the booth in Clarke's on Belmont with gnosticpi and serpentstar, eating a "hobo omelet" though it seemed awful picky for a real hobo -- portobello mushrooms, red onions, and mozzarella and thinking "it doesn't get any better than this."

Kenneth Hite's Journal princeofcairo 2008

Nothing left but to read up on the Ahnenerbe and wait for the imminent arrival of serpentstar.

Kenneth Hite's Journal princeofcairo 2008

The plan was to feed serpentstar on good Chicago steak so that, upon encountering actual good steak for the first time in his life, his fabled British reserve would crumble and he would roll around meeping in sheer delight while we sat and mocked him from the perspective of people who can eat steak like this any time we feel like it.

Kenneth Hite's Journal princeofcairo 2008

So I wanted to feed serpentstar Ethiopian food, but he threw a British tantrum "Er, could we possibly have a salad?" so we went to Clarke's.

Kenneth Hite's Journal princeofcairo 2008

1 Technically, they no doubt had bought serpentstar -- who was his usual resplendent self in purple mohawk-dreads, leather, and ophidian skull tattoo -- dessert, but being courteous types, they included myself and gnosticpi in their gesture.

Kenneth Hite's Journal princeofcairo 2008