RIB Anthony Bourdain.
What a sad day, the world greatly miss you. His story telling was unique, and through that lens offered an insight to other cuisines from around the world to your audience. For those like me, it came at time when I was starting to realize there was a world outside what I knew, and began to have an understanding that was complex and fascinating. He literally helped shape my world view, as I navigated the world as a teenager. Since I fancy myself a foodie and a tortured artist aficionado, I feel compelled to share something that I never would have felt comfortable sharing before. Anthony Bourdain was my first experience masturbating to someone. I remember thinking he was such a bad boy, and would by the type of old guy into a like me. This came when my relent less insomnia was at its worst, and I would watch episode after episode of No Reservations. I would try to after my own restaurant shifts working as a waitress, and find myself half delirious with my hand in between my legs. Sometimes after a few hours of listening to his voice, hed visit me in my dreams. Sorry folks, thats all I got now. Maybe Ill be able to voice a more juicy description later, but my goody goody heart cant handle more in such a public space currently. This morning I wrote a passionate post on my regular social media, championing for suicide prevention. It is an important topic, but I know has no place here, so I will resist. What I will say is that somehow I think the ghost of Anthony Bourdain is tickled pink finding out how many ladies like myself thought he was a sexy silver fox. Hubs and I are going dark this weekend, and taking doing a staycation on air plane mode. Get ready for more fun, and exciting videos and pics coming for you next week! We are staying at a fancy hotel, and have no intentions of leaving the room… XO, Lady