Chocolate Cake

I shall begin by plugging this week's Three Hole Punch Show.
It's at Improv Boston, at 8pm is part of the "Hump Night," and will feature:
- all new improv!
- an update from Germany's most esteemed secretaries
- musical interludes with four illustrious lounge singers and IB's own piano man, Adam Brooks
- secret journal reading
- and more!
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Last night I went out for dessert with the elusive Mr. Quinn at Finale. He and I had a lot of catching up to do. He is currently working in the South End food and bar scene and it's fascinating to trade stories with him. Feeling decadent, and not a bit self conscious in front of Quinn who has seen me eat entire bowls of brownie mix* in moments of desperation**, I took the waiter's suggestion of the chocolate molten cake. It was desiderata.
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* In fact, we used to call it "Michelle Pudding."
** "Desperation" being loosely defined as any moment of any day when I was craving something sweet and did not have other options available to satiate this particular desire. (Or a stove).