Well, its been an interesting week. Seven days ago, I boarded the red-eye to NYC.
The first day was cold. Not only by LA standards, but by May in NYC standards as well. I had to dig through my parents apartment for a long sleeve shirt and wore all of the sweatshirts/jackets I had in my little suitcase.
Saw my sister for about an hour, which sucked. She was studying for law school exams. I got to see her engagement ring, which was cool, in that gay-ass married way.
Went to dinner with the rents and my partner in crime. How cute are we?
Then I went and got T-rashed with my friends in Brooklyn. Listen, after the hellish semester I had, I deserved it. The bar was out of my very special, Polish vodka that you can only get in parts of Brooklyn. I had this to say to them:
Obviously, I managed to get my drink on, sans Zubrovka:
In fact, I even needed a ride from my former housemate to our next stop: party central.
Party central was cool. I saw a bunch of people I didn't want to see, a few I really wanted to see and my ex, whom I have not spoken to in over 1.5 years. I'm not really sure how I felt about that.
There was a lot of party time, and a lot of quality time this week. I bought a dress that my mother and I both loved. My father, who has never said a word about any of my clothing choices, said, "Well, there isn't much there, is there?"
Ate an INSANE meal for my parent's anniversary at Aureole and I LOVE fancy-pants restaurants that feature a vegetarian tasting menu. You can't afford to eat there, so don't bother trying to get a reservation. I watched a livery car back into a Maserati. The maitre d said I shouldn't worry, because it was one of the "baby Maseratis" that only cost $90,000. Baby or not, if I owned that shit I would park it in the garage directly across the street from the restaurant.
Tried to go to the Whitney biennial with my partner in crime, but it was Tuesday. Ended up at Kate's Joint, just blocks from my old apartment, and they were OUT of UNTURKEY! I almost cried and settled for the southern friend cutlet. Yum!
Oh, and just so you know, the best bagels in the world are here:
and the best diner-esque coffee shop in Manhattan is here:
The first day was cold. Not only by LA standards, but by May in NYC standards as well. I had to dig through my parents apartment for a long sleeve shirt and wore all of the sweatshirts/jackets I had in my little suitcase.
Saw my sister for about an hour, which sucked. She was studying for law school exams. I got to see her engagement ring, which was cool, in that gay-ass married way.
Went to dinner with the rents and my partner in crime. How cute are we?
Then I went and got T-rashed with my friends in Brooklyn. Listen, after the hellish semester I had, I deserved it. The bar was out of my very special, Polish vodka that you can only get in parts of Brooklyn. I had this to say to them:
Obviously, I managed to get my drink on, sans Zubrovka:
In fact, I even needed a ride from my former housemate to our next stop: party central.
Party central was cool. I saw a bunch of people I didn't want to see, a few I really wanted to see and my ex, whom I have not spoken to in over 1.5 years. I'm not really sure how I felt about that.
There was a lot of party time, and a lot of quality time this week. I bought a dress that my mother and I both loved. My father, who has never said a word about any of my clothing choices, said, "Well, there isn't much there, is there?"
Ate an INSANE meal for my parent's anniversary at Aureole and I LOVE fancy-pants restaurants that feature a vegetarian tasting menu. You can't afford to eat there, so don't bother trying to get a reservation. I watched a livery car back into a Maserati. The maitre d said I shouldn't worry, because it was one of the "baby Maseratis" that only cost $90,000. Baby or not, if I owned that shit I would park it in the garage directly across the street from the restaurant.
Tried to go to the Whitney biennial with my partner in crime, but it was Tuesday. Ended up at Kate's Joint, just blocks from my old apartment, and they were OUT of UNTURKEY! I almost cried and settled for the southern friend cutlet. Yum!
Oh, and just so you know, the best bagels in the world are here:
and the best diner-esque coffee shop in Manhattan is here:
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snottlebocket:
hey you lived here? exchange student thing i guess, sometimes the city seems overrun with exchange students here.
snottlebocket:
i don't know, in my experience the exchange students don't really socialise much with the dutch people here but then again most of them on my school are asian and so insanely polite that it takes them an hour to work up the courage and ask how the printer works.