Donut Picnics with my Wife

The first time in our love affair Audrey and I were on the same work schedule, I was waiting tables at Mezza Luna in Broad Ripple spending many a gun-shy hour staring longingly across the bushes at Audrey bartending next door at La Jolla.

I thought she was too young for me. Too adventurous for me. Way too pretty for me.

I still think I'm right about the third part.

The second time it happened was in Chicago. I was bartending at the Roxy Cafe in Evanston when Audrey quit her job as a flight attendant and started working as a server at Club Lucky in Bucktown.

Precious daylight hours together were suddenly bestowed upon us in the Windy City to invent a terrific romantic pastime: Donut picnics.

Donut picnics by the lake shore. Donut picnics in the park. Donut picnics at the museum. Donut picnics on the L.

Now that Audrey is back in the restaurant biz once again, we happily share the same schedule a third time, a first since we moved to California.

Donut picnic revival.

We finally have time together to get around to trying those seven thousand breakfast places we've been wanting to try. And to look for that herd of wild billy goats that supposedly lives near Glen Park. And to make that video we've been wanting to make for our friends so they would know what to do if they come and visit us for a week but we end up having to work one of the days...

Claudette's Greatest Hits

The world throws itself at our feet in a heap of art and love.

San Francisco is a matchmaker. Connections made so far: Terra Haywood, Brian Ransom and Anya Prinz, two bartenders and a server at Ramblas Tapas where I work, who became my team mates for the 2009 San Francisco 48 Hour Film Project.

In one weekend last month the four of us managed to write, shoot and edit a film together (starring yours truly as the Hit Man).

With narration composed and read by D.D. Porush and music by Yes Alexander with Slow Burning Lights, it is my pleasure to present to you our film, "Claudette's Greatist Hits."