So, apparently I rage a lot. And this is completely true. I guess I always see the bad things in life much more clearer than I see anything good. It's probably because of the way I grew up or the way I was raised. I don't know. Middle child syndrome, people call it. Call it what you want, it's the way I am.
But, I do feel from now on, I will rage less and focus on the better things that have happened and when nothing good happens, I will write about it, but write a disclaimer. Hopefully these posts of rage will become lesser and lesser after 6 months when I graduate. =)
So, starting with this post, I am going to express the good side that I do actually possess, I swear if people read this and didn't know who I am, they'd think I was a suicidal maniac. Alors, today began with sleeping in. It was a very lovely sleep because I never get the chance to sleep in during the week and I only had 3 hours of sleep Wednesday night. So, I slept and slept. Woke up at 9 anyway because my body's used to it. But I went to bed at midnight the night before. Holla.
So I woke up and laid in bed. Isn't it wonderful? You do nothing and it's just great. I reflected. Not very good thoughts, but thoughts nonetheless. After, Kat called and she, Ms Daisy and I headed to Prune. This is going to turn into another review as this food also calls for some kind of praise. (Only with Kat do these things happen. Again catch her blog. She cooks like a fiend and eats the best food in the world. She's a world traveler. No doubt. Anyway, moving on. Prune.
We went just as they opened. Perfect. 1130. No one. Sit down. I was obsessed with the tableware. I love glasses and mugs and weird home goods. It just felt like a French cafe with the antiqued walls and french windows and doors. It also had that wicker on the chairs. Love it. The menus were cute, there weren't many choices but what they had was what Daisy called "cryptic." I agree. Their food choices seemed simple enough but when you read it, "Kerchief pasta with French ham and egg." Cool. How is that made? Pasta cooked with jambón and eggs? Nope. It's a poached egg topped with French ham [kind of like prosciutto but much more difficult to chew] topped off with one thin sheet of pasta [like lasagna but thinner]. The waitress said it was small too. Fail. There was a burger on the menu that Daisy and I craved but she ordered it and we all agreed to share portions. The burger came on an english muffin it says. Wow. To die for. She got it medium-well, but I prefer medium-rare so it was kinda dry after cutting it. But it doesn't even matter. The flavors were amazing, well seasoned and drenched in this green sauce that I don't even know. It also came with french fries, which it didn't list and the fries were amazing. Perfect and crisp. Kat ordered the Grilled Tuna sandwich. The best of our three dishes. Just perfect. The tuna was medium rare and the flavors and the sauce went just so well together. We also dipped it in my sauce which was from the special of the day the eggs sardou. It's a different take of eggs benedict. It's poached eggs on artichoke buttons served with eggplant spears. Quite a small portion, but the hollandaise is perfect. Absolutely perfect. The mix of the hollandaise and the egg yolk because Kat and mine's dipping sauce for our tuna sandwich which was also amazing. She also dipped her sandwich in a side of tabasco glaze - it came as a side with my eggplant spears, I believe. It was tabasco sauce with powdered sugar, you mix it yourself and it becomes this sweet glaze that also goes along with the eggs and artichoke. Just an amazing meal. Didn't quite understand the small menu, but the food that resulted in this cryptic menu was above par.
We plan on returning tomorrow for brunch and regular eggs benedict =)
So after we went to Chikalicious because we craved chocolate. Molten chocolate lava cakes ya'll. Bangin. After Kat and I went to campus and Daisy went to babysit her 'brat' aka 'child of a woman who doesn't look after her own kids'. I ran some errands and Kat overall missed her class. We made her feel better by shopping. Didn't find much. Went into Uniqlo and purchased fleeces for my pops and a nice hoodie for me. Three jackets for 50 bucks. Holla. Headed to Topshop because I've never really been there before. There are so many levels. I should have went downstairs to topman because I know I would've bought something. I have a fetish for mens clothes. They're comfortable and fit well. The end. Don't argue with me.
I went home after and watched the last episode of 30 Rock - "The Problem Solvers." The first episode that made me laugh out loud really hard in a long time. I suggest you watch it. Unless you haven't seen 30 Rock before. You won't get it. In that case, watch all of Season 1, 2, and 3 then 4. Cool. Met up with Kat and Christine after. Brought Christine to a bar and Kat and I finally headed off to watch NY, I Love You. Can I just say, I'm disappointed. I don't want to ruin the movie for anyone, but it was definitely not good. Sorry people, fail fail fail. Paris, Je T'aime's structure is what NY, I Love You should be based on. But, no. They thought because they're so good at moviemaking in Hollywood they can do whatever the hell they want. So they botch the movie. Dislike dislike dislike.
Anyways, saw Soo Young after at Kats. We chilled a bit and now I'm home. Capturing the good times of today. =)
Fin.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
College life.
No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to do well.
The effort I put in doesn't result in any kind of reward. I just feel put down. I walk into something feeling good about it, but then do terribly. I walk into something feeling terrible about it, and still do terribly. I'll never win.
Debbie Downer today, ya'll. My life is not where I want it to be. I wish I could write like a fiend so I'd never have to worry. I wish I could just bullshit my way into a good grade. Too bad I'm not one of those people who get luckier the harder they try. All lies. Where the motivation then? So much work and no reward. Is that it?
I need to graduate so I can put maybe even a bit of my skill to work. I know I'm not an academic kind of person, but I'd like to try and I'd like to be that person. Some girl in my class doesn't do the reading, maybe one or two pages, but can formulate some ridiculous 10 minute response in her head at that moment. My teacher loves her. I read every single page, can't even talk for one minute because I don't know what to ask. The read was good, the read was bad. I didn't understand this, I didn't understand that. This was interesting, this wasn't etc. What do I do? Only some readings really provoke me to respond and when I do, my teacher speaks for most of the class. Great. Never win.
Politics, Stats, and Film are all becoming one big blur of (excuse my language) Fuck You. It's not pleasant and I'm angry already. 9:41AM. Record time. I woke up at 9:00AM. Stupid email.
The effort I put in doesn't result in any kind of reward. I just feel put down. I walk into something feeling good about it, but then do terribly. I walk into something feeling terrible about it, and still do terribly. I'll never win.
Debbie Downer today, ya'll. My life is not where I want it to be. I wish I could write like a fiend so I'd never have to worry. I wish I could just bullshit my way into a good grade. Too bad I'm not one of those people who get luckier the harder they try. All lies. Where the motivation then? So much work and no reward. Is that it?
I need to graduate so I can put maybe even a bit of my skill to work. I know I'm not an academic kind of person, but I'd like to try and I'd like to be that person. Some girl in my class doesn't do the reading, maybe one or two pages, but can formulate some ridiculous 10 minute response in her head at that moment. My teacher loves her. I read every single page, can't even talk for one minute because I don't know what to ask. The read was good, the read was bad. I didn't understand this, I didn't understand that. This was interesting, this wasn't etc. What do I do? Only some readings really provoke me to respond and when I do, my teacher speaks for most of the class. Great. Never win.
Politics, Stats, and Film are all becoming one big blur of (excuse my language) Fuck You. It's not pleasant and I'm angry already. 9:41AM. Record time. I woke up at 9:00AM. Stupid email.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Joyous Rapture.
I lied. Not exactly joyous rapture and nothing close to it. This is a blog where I aspire to joyous rapture and set goals for myself to have it.
I haven't posted in quite some time well I lied again. Almost a week. It's been quite fun filled with tests, stress, and sickness. Last week during the Ryan Leslie event I got to hang out with the PR and Press-ies of the entertainment world. It seems joyous and attending events such as album presentations, very cool. Some people showed up aka little Cheetah girl, Tyson Beckford, and the best of the now, Kid Cudi. It was fun getting to see them because I didn't know what they looked like in person. I suck at identifying people. Me: "What's your name? Are you on the list?" Them: Um... Boss: "Let them in, Jess." Oh. Oops. I would be good at being a bouncer.
I did what I say terrible on my midterm in film. WTF. I studied like mad and I got a less than average grade. This kills me. Why don't I know how to study? Show me how to do something and I'll remember it forever, but tell me something, I'll forget in ten minutes. It's ridiculous. I hate how my brain works sometimes. Academia is truly not for me. Stats is raping me, film which shouldn't be difficult now requires extra time and effort on projects and final, politics I haven't even researched a topic on my final 20 page paper. Fack. My life is in shambles. It's only Tuesday. I'm stressing.
I shouldn't be writing because I have stats hw to do so I am merely procrastinating. As always. So, I'll talk about the weekend events. Friday was our, finally, Paris reunion. It wasn't as fun-filled as it could possibly be because of certain dramatic events that shouldn't have even occurred but whatever. They happened. Now I have to apologize again because people don't know how I am. Again. I hate having to apologize when I know I haven't done anything wrong. The only way to make things right is if I always apologize. I hate the word "sorry". No one ever seems to truly mean it. I wish I could believe it as easily as other people because it's thrown around so much now. Like, fuck, and cunt. Although if you use it loudly enough it probably means something. Yeah. Nothing is bad or nice anymore. Everything is just the norm.
I went for a walk from 4th st NYU up to 60th and Columbus Circle. It was quite the trek. I did it in 45 minutes. I'm proud of myself. It was a nice walk to stop being drunk from the night before and once again realize that uptown Manhattan is crowded with tourists on the weekend. Lovely.
Nothing in my life is ever interesting anymore. I'm on such a scheduled routine I can't even have time for myself to read or watch a movie. Life sucks right now. Hopefully this hard work pays off in the future or I'll end up shooting myself.
Happier note: French toast again for breakfast/lunch...brunch with Kat. She went to Peter Luger's. I'm jealous. I crave steak.
Another note: Florence tickets are 330 round trip. Where my money. Oh wait, I need a job. Damn it. I do need a job and an internship for next semester and a job in May. Oh lord. It's too fast. I can't breathe or sleep anymore. That means death right? Damn.
I haven't posted in quite some time well I lied again. Almost a week. It's been quite fun filled with tests, stress, and sickness. Last week during the Ryan Leslie event I got to hang out with the PR and Press-ies of the entertainment world. It seems joyous and attending events such as album presentations, very cool. Some people showed up aka little Cheetah girl, Tyson Beckford, and the best of the now, Kid Cudi. It was fun getting to see them because I didn't know what they looked like in person. I suck at identifying people. Me: "What's your name? Are you on the list?" Them: Um... Boss: "Let them in, Jess." Oh. Oops. I would be good at being a bouncer.
I did what I say terrible on my midterm in film. WTF. I studied like mad and I got a less than average grade. This kills me. Why don't I know how to study? Show me how to do something and I'll remember it forever, but tell me something, I'll forget in ten minutes. It's ridiculous. I hate how my brain works sometimes. Academia is truly not for me. Stats is raping me, film which shouldn't be difficult now requires extra time and effort on projects and final, politics I haven't even researched a topic on my final 20 page paper. Fack. My life is in shambles. It's only Tuesday. I'm stressing.
I shouldn't be writing because I have stats hw to do so I am merely procrastinating. As always. So, I'll talk about the weekend events. Friday was our, finally, Paris reunion. It wasn't as fun-filled as it could possibly be because of certain dramatic events that shouldn't have even occurred but whatever. They happened. Now I have to apologize again because people don't know how I am. Again. I hate having to apologize when I know I haven't done anything wrong. The only way to make things right is if I always apologize. I hate the word "sorry". No one ever seems to truly mean it. I wish I could believe it as easily as other people because it's thrown around so much now. Like, fuck, and cunt. Although if you use it loudly enough it probably means something. Yeah. Nothing is bad or nice anymore. Everything is just the norm.
I went for a walk from 4th st NYU up to 60th and Columbus Circle. It was quite the trek. I did it in 45 minutes. I'm proud of myself. It was a nice walk to stop being drunk from the night before and once again realize that uptown Manhattan is crowded with tourists on the weekend. Lovely.
Nothing in my life is ever interesting anymore. I'm on such a scheduled routine I can't even have time for myself to read or watch a movie. Life sucks right now. Hopefully this hard work pays off in the future or I'll end up shooting myself.
Happier note: French toast again for breakfast/lunch...brunch with Kat. She went to Peter Luger's. I'm jealous. I crave steak.
Another note: Florence tickets are 330 round trip. Where my money. Oh wait, I need a job. Damn it. I do need a job and an internship for next semester and a job in May. Oh lord. It's too fast. I can't breathe or sleep anymore. That means death right? Damn.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
November Presents
This month is showering me with gifts of midterms and papers. I adore these things. Lie.
However, I am feeling much better not having to deal with that bug situation anymore. My roommate is great and her pets are great. I'm doing fairly well in school, or so I lead myself to believe, and am a working machine. I run on 2-3 hours a sleep a day and I am exhausted. Winter break looks like a nice month long hibernation for me. Bring on the turkey!
I've been thinking about my future and what I want. NYU clearly doesn't care for those who graduate early because simply, they don't keep track therefore, I am not updated on the on goings of the upcoming graduates of this year. I wasn't informed through NYU about a resume book. I am getting absolutely no job offers unlike my friends who are supposed to be graduating because they're in the resume books. Fail. I have to search out companies and intern for them, then beg for them to take me. Desperation ensues. I met with Universal music company during the FIT expo, which I worked at for The Chamber Group and met a few potential employment opportunities. Most of them were in fashion PR as it was, the Fashion Institute of Technology. I found Universal's booth seated right behind us and I chatted to either Melissa or Melanie (I wish I remembered her name) she recommended that I give her my resume because she thinks I'll do well, plus they have an ongoing business relationship with The Chamber Group. I also found out that even though I call in sick/have meetings/lawyer problems/landlord problems and sometimes miss work, I'm still a top intern. I'm good at what I do. Chyeah. So, I continue talking to her and she asks me about Ryan Leslie's event tomorrow. She represents Ryan Leslie. I planned the event. I get to talk to her tomorrow and give her my resume. I also get to meet Ryan Leslie and tons of music business contacts. It's going to be all business tomorrow. No doubt about it.
My life seems to be on the ups but it's only because I'm working so friggin hard. I don't envy those who don't work this hard to get what they want because then all they know is life is easy. Life isn't easy. You learn. Unfortunately, some people will have to learn later. I am related to one of these people. One is doing significantly better from previous years and the other one is heading down the drain. Unfortunately she, yes, that one, thinks 'whoring herself out'-for the lack of a better term although somewhat relative, will get her somewhere in life. Glass ceiling, bitch. Can't go that far. I wish she would spend more time on academics than she does on her personal image and life. She feels like a disappointment to our family. I see it in my dad. He never gets angry at anyone continuously. I only hear about his disappointment in her. He can't take it anymore. Neither can I. This year will reveal what happens to her future. Poor pops. I don't even know anymore. My life needs to start so he can stop working. She needs to stop living like there's no tomorrow, because there always will be a tomorrow whether you wake up alive or dead.
So, you know that quote "Live each day as if it your last." I'm sure you do. It's bullshit. Of course everyone wants to live each day to the fullest, enjoy life. Free spirits. That'd be nice if our world wasn't so full of responsibility. I grew up in a household that believed education led to a better life, a better life would lead to a better self, and that better self would then be the result of fully living. Feeling whole is living each day. How do you wake up and throw the entire day away being selfish about what you want to do for yourself while not thinking about the consequences for the others around. Life is good. Cherish it. Yes, but it's much better when you enjoy it with the people around you. I find that dumb quote so goddamn selfish. Selfishness isn't a bad thing. It's okay to be selfish sometimes. Note, sometimes. Not all the damn time. Do what's best for you yes, but don't go around thinking you're above everyone else. That's not and will never be true. No one is better than anyone else. Recognize.
So I started happy and ended bitter. Oh well. I just wanted to get some thoughts out. I just see the same thing happening again and again and I watch people grow more immature versus becoming more mature. What is going on with the world? I don't approve.
Oh, one more thing. People need 'me' time. When that time comes, go to a cafe, get some food, bring a book, get a coffee, sit for 2 hours. That's some awesome me time. I highly recommend it, especially at Mud Coffee. Had french toast today. Refer to Kat's blog for a picture. Kat is my food guru. If anyone is ever looking for a hotspot to eat/drink/vacation. She is your go to person. No doubt.
To end, I would like to say that today I will get 7 hours of sleep. I am so freakin' delighted. Good night. Peace and cheese.
However, I am feeling much better not having to deal with that bug situation anymore. My roommate is great and her pets are great. I'm doing fairly well in school, or so I lead myself to believe, and am a working machine. I run on 2-3 hours a sleep a day and I am exhausted. Winter break looks like a nice month long hibernation for me. Bring on the turkey!
I've been thinking about my future and what I want. NYU clearly doesn't care for those who graduate early because simply, they don't keep track therefore, I am not updated on the on goings of the upcoming graduates of this year. I wasn't informed through NYU about a resume book. I am getting absolutely no job offers unlike my friends who are supposed to be graduating because they're in the resume books. Fail. I have to search out companies and intern for them, then beg for them to take me. Desperation ensues. I met with Universal music company during the FIT expo, which I worked at for The Chamber Group and met a few potential employment opportunities. Most of them were in fashion PR as it was, the Fashion Institute of Technology. I found Universal's booth seated right behind us and I chatted to either Melissa or Melanie (I wish I remembered her name) she recommended that I give her my resume because she thinks I'll do well, plus they have an ongoing business relationship with The Chamber Group. I also found out that even though I call in sick/have meetings/lawyer problems/landlord problems and sometimes miss work, I'm still a top intern. I'm good at what I do. Chyeah. So, I continue talking to her and she asks me about Ryan Leslie's event tomorrow. She represents Ryan Leslie. I planned the event. I get to talk to her tomorrow and give her my resume. I also get to meet Ryan Leslie and tons of music business contacts. It's going to be all business tomorrow. No doubt about it.
My life seems to be on the ups but it's only because I'm working so friggin hard. I don't envy those who don't work this hard to get what they want because then all they know is life is easy. Life isn't easy. You learn. Unfortunately, some people will have to learn later. I am related to one of these people. One is doing significantly better from previous years and the other one is heading down the drain. Unfortunately she, yes, that one, thinks 'whoring herself out'-for the lack of a better term although somewhat relative, will get her somewhere in life. Glass ceiling, bitch. Can't go that far. I wish she would spend more time on academics than she does on her personal image and life. She feels like a disappointment to our family. I see it in my dad. He never gets angry at anyone continuously. I only hear about his disappointment in her. He can't take it anymore. Neither can I. This year will reveal what happens to her future. Poor pops. I don't even know anymore. My life needs to start so he can stop working. She needs to stop living like there's no tomorrow, because there always will be a tomorrow whether you wake up alive or dead.
So, you know that quote "Live each day as if it your last." I'm sure you do. It's bullshit. Of course everyone wants to live each day to the fullest, enjoy life. Free spirits. That'd be nice if our world wasn't so full of responsibility. I grew up in a household that believed education led to a better life, a better life would lead to a better self, and that better self would then be the result of fully living. Feeling whole is living each day. How do you wake up and throw the entire day away being selfish about what you want to do for yourself while not thinking about the consequences for the others around. Life is good. Cherish it. Yes, but it's much better when you enjoy it with the people around you. I find that dumb quote so goddamn selfish. Selfishness isn't a bad thing. It's okay to be selfish sometimes. Note, sometimes. Not all the damn time. Do what's best for you yes, but don't go around thinking you're above everyone else. That's not and will never be true. No one is better than anyone else. Recognize.
So I started happy and ended bitter. Oh well. I just wanted to get some thoughts out. I just see the same thing happening again and again and I watch people grow more immature versus becoming more mature. What is going on with the world? I don't approve.
Oh, one more thing. People need 'me' time. When that time comes, go to a cafe, get some food, bring a book, get a coffee, sit for 2 hours. That's some awesome me time. I highly recommend it, especially at Mud Coffee. Had french toast today. Refer to Kat's blog for a picture. Kat is my food guru. If anyone is ever looking for a hotspot to eat/drink/vacation. She is your go to person. No doubt.
To end, I would like to say that today I will get 7 hours of sleep. I am so freakin' delighted. Good night. Peace and cheese.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
What comes with success.
So this weekend was of course, Halloween weekend. I didn't have a costume so..well.. actually I just didn't have a costume at all. That doesn't mean I didn't get in the spirit. Because I was lazy to think of something creative, I bought some face makeup and a black cloak. I wore all black and painted half a skull on my face. Don't think it was some easy shit. Took me an hour on both Friday and Saturday. Yeah, man. I was hardxcore. (I never understood why people put x's in hardcore, from what I hear it makes it more hardcore. But..yeah. I don't know.)
Sidenote: So, I've been a part of halloween for a good 20 years now. Every year, it seems to get sluttier, but the sluttiest ethnic group of people if there ever was an award, goes to the female Asian population-- especially in small towns/those who come from suburbs and small towns. Halloween pictures are posted on facebook up the wazoo the day after, and I find that most of the Asian females tend to wear nothing/almost near nothing. I always say I don't approve because evidence shows okay, lotsa hoes everywhere. It's not okay to prance around in a bra and panties in 60 degree weather on the streets of urbania/suburbia thinking you're hot shit. Halloween is absolutely no excuse to be slutty. If you're slutty on Halloween, you're slutty in general.
So sorry white girls, I lied. Only some of you are Halloween sluts. Asians reign supreme when it comes to sluttiest Halloween costumes. Then it comes the Hispanics then Black folks. (If anyone is offended from black folks, suck it up. I don't care.) For those who have some sense of modesty/creativity to not have to show every inch of your skin on Halloween night, I applaud you.
Storytime:
The weekend started off great. Friday, some friends and I headed up to Stuy-town (which is a complex between First Ave. and Ave. D and 14th-18th street. Really nice apartments. We got lost a bit but finally found it. Such a lovely place, they really went all out. Lots of alcohol and drunks. We all got a bit tipsy but ended up leaving to go hookah/chicha on 4th st. Lots of fun talks and smoking the chich. Yeah, good time. Got home and took an hour and a half shower because well..my hair was teased up and therefore equaled death and my face was oily from paint. I love showers.
Saturday was crazy. Well, yesterday I suppose. I woke up late because I got home late the previous night. Went to Susie's we walked around and went to get some free Chipotle then dressed up to go out. We headed to the BK to her friend's place, Jen, who is AMAZING and her place is AMAZING. Oh wow. I'm moving to Brooklyn. Anyway headed back to Manhattan after the party. Finally found Sophie's. Her roof is also amazing. Didn't get a chance to see her apartment. Some old people called the cops on her soo... byebye party. Wow people, it's Halloween, get over it. So we headed down to Andrei's place. OH MY EFF. The locations just kept getting better as the night went on. His place is HUGE, beautiful, classy. Oh my... if I had 1.5mil laying around that'd be my place, too. Nonstop liquor, party hardy. Drunkards. I approve. Ended the night then headed home. Fidi was empty but after cabbing to Ben&Susie's then walking home on 3rd ave ... it probably took longer than the train would go one stop (Meaning Astor to 14th). Wow. Absolutely ridiculous.
So today was the hungover, let's get brunch day. Headed to Clinton St around 2. Got there around 2:15. The hostess says, I can't seat you because when I do, the kitchen will probably close. Um... excuse me? You close at 5. There isn't a 3 hour wait because there's only 4 couples outside. Say that again. She says: You can get takeout but I can't seat you. WHO DOES THAT? NO ONE in their RIGHT MIND rejects to seat you or fail even put your name on the list. I'm writing an angry letter to Clinton Street and that bitch needs to get fired. So we left angry and still hungry. Headed to Permanent Brunch on 1st Ave between 5th and 6th which we thought would be good because of its name, duh, Permanent Brunch. Got seated right away. Okay. Good. Ordered. Okay. Good. Wait, why does it take 45 minutes to fry 2 eggs, put already made potatoes on a place and a salad. Um, completely messed up Ben's order, Susie's plate was 19 dollars for mediocre shrimp grits. Um, overpriced, slow service and terrible food. My eggs were flat, not fluffy or well scrambled at all, the potatoes were equivalent to a quarter of a potato, unsalted and my greens consisted of about 8 leaves of lettuce. Um, 12 bucks. Ben's order of pancakes soggy, flat, 12 bucks. Susie's small plate of shrimp grits, 19 bucks. Excuse me Permanent Brunch. If you're going to give us overpriced bad food, give us a lot of overpriced bad food. Ben told me the OJ he ordered didn't taste fresh, tasted concentrated, 3 bucks. Their mix up led to a 'goodwill' 3 bucks canceling his 3 dollar orange juice. Overall, that place is a mess, small seating, bad food, bad service. Only good this is their decor which is warm and classic New York with a diner-like feel. This turned into a restaurant critique. Whatever. I don't ever recommend it. I HIGHLY don't recommend it.
Now I'm back in the apartment. Chillin with the cat, doing my work. I'm still frustrated. I can't believe food service can be that terrible. I need coffee. Mud, here I come.
Sidenote: So, I've been a part of halloween for a good 20 years now. Every year, it seems to get sluttier, but the sluttiest ethnic group of people if there ever was an award, goes to the female Asian population-- especially in small towns/those who come from suburbs and small towns. Halloween pictures are posted on facebook up the wazoo the day after, and I find that most of the Asian females tend to wear nothing/almost near nothing. I always say I don't approve because evidence shows okay, lotsa hoes everywhere. It's not okay to prance around in a bra and panties in 60 degree weather on the streets of urbania/suburbia thinking you're hot shit. Halloween is absolutely no excuse to be slutty. If you're slutty on Halloween, you're slutty in general.
So sorry white girls, I lied. Only some of you are Halloween sluts. Asians reign supreme when it comes to sluttiest Halloween costumes. Then it comes the Hispanics then Black folks. (If anyone is offended from black folks, suck it up. I don't care.) For those who have some sense of modesty/creativity to not have to show every inch of your skin on Halloween night, I applaud you.
Storytime:
The weekend started off great. Friday, some friends and I headed up to Stuy-town (which is a complex between First Ave. and Ave. D and 14th-18th street. Really nice apartments. We got lost a bit but finally found it. Such a lovely place, they really went all out. Lots of alcohol and drunks. We all got a bit tipsy but ended up leaving to go hookah/chicha on 4th st. Lots of fun talks and smoking the chich. Yeah, good time. Got home and took an hour and a half shower because well..my hair was teased up and therefore equaled death and my face was oily from paint. I love showers.
Saturday was crazy. Well, yesterday I suppose. I woke up late because I got home late the previous night. Went to Susie's we walked around and went to get some free Chipotle then dressed up to go out. We headed to the BK to her friend's place, Jen, who is AMAZING and her place is AMAZING. Oh wow. I'm moving to Brooklyn. Anyway headed back to Manhattan after the party. Finally found Sophie's. Her roof is also amazing. Didn't get a chance to see her apartment. Some old people called the cops on her soo... byebye party. Wow people, it's Halloween, get over it. So we headed down to Andrei's place. OH MY EFF. The locations just kept getting better as the night went on. His place is HUGE, beautiful, classy. Oh my... if I had 1.5mil laying around that'd be my place, too. Nonstop liquor, party hardy. Drunkards. I approve. Ended the night then headed home. Fidi was empty but after cabbing to Ben&Susie's then walking home on 3rd ave ... it probably took longer than the train would go one stop (Meaning Astor to 14th). Wow. Absolutely ridiculous.
So today was the hungover, let's get brunch day. Headed to Clinton St around 2. Got there around 2:15. The hostess says, I can't seat you because when I do, the kitchen will probably close. Um... excuse me? You close at 5. There isn't a 3 hour wait because there's only 4 couples outside. Say that again. She says: You can get takeout but I can't seat you. WHO DOES THAT? NO ONE in their RIGHT MIND rejects to seat you or fail even put your name on the list. I'm writing an angry letter to Clinton Street and that bitch needs to get fired. So we left angry and still hungry. Headed to Permanent Brunch on 1st Ave between 5th and 6th which we thought would be good because of its name, duh, Permanent Brunch. Got seated right away. Okay. Good. Ordered. Okay. Good. Wait, why does it take 45 minutes to fry 2 eggs, put already made potatoes on a place and a salad. Um, completely messed up Ben's order, Susie's plate was 19 dollars for mediocre shrimp grits. Um, overpriced, slow service and terrible food. My eggs were flat, not fluffy or well scrambled at all, the potatoes were equivalent to a quarter of a potato, unsalted and my greens consisted of about 8 leaves of lettuce. Um, 12 bucks. Ben's order of pancakes soggy, flat, 12 bucks. Susie's small plate of shrimp grits, 19 bucks. Excuse me Permanent Brunch. If you're going to give us overpriced bad food, give us a lot of overpriced bad food. Ben told me the OJ he ordered didn't taste fresh, tasted concentrated, 3 bucks. Their mix up led to a 'goodwill' 3 bucks canceling his 3 dollar orange juice. Overall, that place is a mess, small seating, bad food, bad service. Only good this is their decor which is warm and classic New York with a diner-like feel. This turned into a restaurant critique. Whatever. I don't ever recommend it. I HIGHLY don't recommend it.
Now I'm back in the apartment. Chillin with the cat, doing my work. I'm still frustrated. I can't believe food service can be that terrible. I need coffee. Mud, here I come.
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