VUBOQ: i cancelled the date.
ps. there will be more on the date and the digestive issues later. promise.
And they have to be done by tomorrow at midnight. And the questions are Super Vague, like " describe your specialized experience which is directly related to this position. Include dates of employment and specific duties you performed." Could you not write an entire novel about that? Gah. So, anyway, here are a few pottery pictures to keep you entertained whilst I struggle away over these dumb essays...
Oh, and the plate is the Grand Prize for my friend, Carolyn (who donated to Food & Friends and the American Cancer Society), the winner of the 10% Refund Challenge drawing (unless she'd rather have something else, that is).
The next day, I met Min and his partner, Derek, for brunch in Midtown. We went to a cute little Frence bistro, Le Bateau Ivre. Spinach and Goat Cheese Omelet! Wow! Flavor explosion! Then, because the weather was so nice, we walked around, ending up at Grand Central Station. Min and Derek left, and I walked to the Village to meet Alison and her boyfriend, Peter. They ate. I ogled the cute food bringer outer guy:
Afterwards, we walked to UniQlo, because I wanted to pick up a few more of their SuperSoft and SuperCheap ($4.90) t-shirts.
Returning to Brooklyn, Jake and I went out to dinner: A cute little neighborhood Mexican place, Elote, which had delicious margaritas. Mmmm. Margaritas. After dinner, we went to a nearby gay bar, Metropolitan. It wasn't very crowded. I assume all the NY Gayz were home watching Grey Gardens on HBO. In a fantastic turn of events, David was able to join us at the bar for a drink. Yay.
By the time we got home, Grey Gardens was over, but -since I don't have cable- I stayed up to watch the repeat at 12:30. Jake went to bed. The movie was great (lovelovelove Ms. Drew), and it made me want to watch the documentary.
After the show, Craig left (sad face), but David, Jake, and I headed to a bar/restaurant called Fetch where the cast likes to hang out. The bar is only about 2 blocks from Alison's apartment so she joined us there. Fun times!
Once home, Jake and I started watching the crapfest movie known as Twilight. Vomit. Sparkly Vampires? Please... I packed my bags.
This morning, I only had time to finish packing, buy a sandwich for the bus and grab a coffee. It was a totally amazing trip. Thanks so much to Jake, Alison, Peter, Nida, Nehal, Craig, and -of course- the reason for my mini-vakay, David! I had a blast.
And take a look at the my NYC set on Flickr.
Hope you are having a sunshiny day! *smooches*
She wears a short denim skirt with a leather motorcycle jacket over a thermal shirt silk-screened with a yoga symbol. She is overly tanned and overly blond. Her breasts are bulbous and look rubbery, as do her lips and the pointy tip of her nose. On her feet are wedge-soled tennis shoes with glittered vinyl uppers. If she were standing on Sunset Boulevard instead of Third Street, Ritchie thinks, she might be mistaken for a hooker. Here, she is just one of a thousand aspiring actresses, never quite successful, clinging by her acrylic nails to youth and possibility, each angry at God for allowing her to age.*retch*