so we HAD to go out to dinner with them to The Monday Room,
which is a side restaurant that one of my favorite nyc restaurants, Public, recently opened.
think, "go in main restaurant, take left into tiny side room, eat food".
the food is kind of "high" tapas, bits and pieces of yum with sides of "argh" and just a soupcon of "mwah". mix in a couple bottles of champagne, and the evening was good to go:
helps that the booths were tight. and so were we.
we were then ripe for some late night window shopping:
oh lord. i just realized what the grafitti says under the window. nice.
i must still be drunk.
anyway, we wandered through nolita,
and as usual,
i had my stalkers.
in the end, i just decided to follow connie home.
to the hotel, you pervs. the hotel.
wait. that didn't sound any better.
never mind. i must still be drunk.
4 comments:
That's some high-class graffiti!
You're fun when you're drunk.
And I am officially 12, because seeing the word "boner" just makes me laugh really hard. I have no idea why.
Fitting litmus test for intellect levels: I saw the "Boner" graffiti, you saw nice consumable items in a window.
It's like that picture of a vase/two ladies, really, except that whoever's on my side should be ashamed.
Looks like a brilliant evening.
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