Second date, we’re going to see “Sicko”. But, we must eat so French sounded good. At this table in the photo are a dozen or so very dressed up women who are out for a bachelorette party. In true trixie form, no one else exists. The poor women sitting next to us kept inching toward us as they flailed their cigarettes and bodies every which way. (Because, of course, no one exists but them.) Ahhh! I love my city!