As if to erase the oily residue of Los Angeles from my soul, like attacking a chainring tattoo on the back of my calf with Dawn dishwashing soap, this has been a week of hyper-New York activity.
Last Thursday I had a Hell's Kitchen barhop with my friend Ed. We talked about sports and music and laughed our asses off.
Last Friday was a stroll around the Upper East Side with Miss Midwesterly, complete with lunch in Central Park, a visit to the Met, some shopping for shoes and a break at a wine bar, ending with a Town Car driving through a puddle and drenching us both, followed by a couple hours of playtime with my SNF and a really great night's sleep.
Saturday found me at Coney Island with Roni (slathered with lots of SPF 30 and Atlantic Ocean slime), where we sunned, drank beers at Ruby's, ate hot dogs and drank beer at Nathan's, and paid for two back-to-back rides on the Cyclone. Those two rides were the best twenty-six bucks I've spent in a long time, if only because I got to scream my face off and blow out my adrenaline for a few minutes.
Monday, though I was totally exhausted due to one of my periodic bouts of insomnia, I couldn't turn down a free ticket to a Mets game at the new Shea. Something about being at a ballpark inflames my animal appetite and I rooted around Shea like a truffle pig and ate two hot dogs, a pulled pork sandwich, a funnel cake and also drank two beers. Totally toxic eating and totally awesome.
Tonight I had drinks with my old boss (and now a vendor) down at the WTC, where we sat by the marina, drank black cherry mojitos, and admired the sunset and the view of Jersey. Jersey! It was beautiful in the sunset!
God, I love this city.
1 comment:
Woman, you are making me HUNGRY.
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