I wandered up to 191st Street last night to dine with the Peter Proctor and company (Shari, Marie, David). PP is one of the best cooks going and he didn't disappoint --- marvelous chicken filets, decadent creamed rice, heavenly veggies. Pink lemonade!!!
Shari and Peter started discussing Mrs. Proctor's penchant for fine footgear and the rest of us laughed to the point of hyperventilation. We retired to the living room for American Idol (Peter is a complete American Idol dork) where PP launched into a running monologue about singers who should be seen and not heard (Tina Turner), those who may be tolerated but firmly discouraged (Taylor Dayne) and those who should simply be killed (Cyndi Lauper, Janis Joplin). Then, out of the blue, Mr. Proctor leaps to the floor and begins his impersonation of Amy Winehouse and her backup group doing "Rehab". It may have been one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed. I woke up this morning still laughing.
There are two photos above. One is Amy Winehouse and one is not.
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