plain and simple: cold animals make me sad. even the ones who are layered. (the boston terrier’s hoody is more stylish than some human’s) especially the ones who huddle under a measly canvas jacket while their owners eat a yummy lunch of thai food. as soon as i got home, i asked my furry mongrels if they knew how good they had it. one just stared at me and the other licked her butt.4 years ago • Notes
i’m all at home on a friday night when i should be bartending. ass-deep into some computer work when my pal meow calls me up and asks me out for a beer. i think “why not, i never have free friday nights.” i’m told we’re going to one of meow’s friend’s friend’s birthday party at some dim sum restaurant in chinatown.
i picture some tsingtao, a few laughs and then beddy-bye. much to my shagrin, we enter a mall on east broadway with a bouncer at the door asking for ID. ”what kind of restaurant are we going to?” i hear music coming from the restaurant upstairs reminiscent of my raving days when i was 18. i see red lights with some strobes thrown in and i think all i need now is some cucumber melon Bath and Body Works Body Lotion to get me right back into sniffing on some Vick’s Vapo-Rub while giving someone a hand massage.
thank god meow was there, because she flashbacked with me. i knew we wouldn’t be there long when two things happened. #1 hottest outfit in the place: grey american apparel nylon skater dress layered over a hot pink mesh top and jeans. #2 when meow and i went to the stage to try and get a pic of a dragon light-bright, a sweaty blonde viking chick with tribal face makeup said, “aren’t you gonna dance? you can’t come up to the front and not dance. all you have to do is move your hips back and forth.” meow looked at me and said, “wanna get some noodles?”
once at yummy noodles on bowery, we promptly ordered what i will now call the “regular:” wonton noodles with loads of vinegar. also had to order the barbeque yummy chicken wings (their title, not mine) we saw hanging in the window. we polished off our late night meal while discussing how a train of thought can go from tyson beckford to the anatomy of a chicken (anyone know the answer?), why one must be ostracized for liking pop music (anyone, anyone?) and why creepy dudes in blue shirts blatantly stare ($100 to who can answer that one.) Yummy Noodles 46 Bowery New York, NY 10013 (212)374-1327 Open Late4 years ago • Notes