Tomoe

I had dinner with K.H. at Tomoe. The line was manageable, the evening warm. We drank a carafe of cold sake. We had just come from a screening of her short film Missing, and I was excited about how good it looked. We talked of this and that and as the level of sake in the bottle dropped, I began to forget what we talked about as soon as we had moved on to another subject. Posted by eku at February 29, 2004 2:00 AM