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It finally happened, it finally happened!! After numerous tries, trial and error, I FINALLY created a drink at work that is going on the drink list menu!!
My bar manager is one of the best bartenders I have ever worked with. This guy really knows his stuff. He has created our signature drink list at the bar and the drinks are all a hit. He told us one day that he wants us to come up with a drink to add to the list and I took that as a challenge. It was then I threw down the gauntlet and dug in my heels, put my nose to the grindstone and started experimenting. After a few tries, I had already had an unofficial shot that was catching on--in fact, the bar owner has me pour them out whenever he buys rounds. But I wanted more. I wanted a full drink. I wanted to be put on the menu.
Last night, while it was slow, I was poking around the bar as I always do, just checking on things and seeing what was new and what may be missing. I found this jar of hibiscus syrup. Hmm. Interesting. I opened it up, smelled it and the gears started turning. My muse started whispering in my ear and I listened to her intently. Needless to say, in a short time, I came up with a winner. So much so that as I was creating the drink, some customers saw me making it and were curious as I was mixing it up. You see, in our bar, we use fresh ingredients, and all the bar tools you can think of to make our drinks. When customers see this, they get curious. And when they saw me pouring out this exotic hibiscus syrup to make the drink, and putting some muscle into it, their interest was peaked. I let one person take a sip. He immediately liked it, passed it to his friends, they liked it, and then on I went to sell this drink all night that I had just made, and hadn't even had a name for!!
So by a miracle of god, my bar manager drops in to visit. I make the drink for him, and usually--everyone knows this and even laughs about it--he'll take a sip and put on his unimpressed face. Not this time around. He takes a sip of my ambrosia, didn't say anything at first, and kept talking to his friend. I had a feeling he liked it because he didn't put it down. So I kind of make my way over to him again and look at him, he turns to me and says that not only is it good and he likes it, but he breaks down to me just exactly why the drink is good. I was floored!!
So now today, I'm still trying to come up with a name for the drink--I created it last night--and I find that's harder to come up with a name than actually coming up with a new drink. It seems my muse doesn't do names....
But now I feel incredibly accomplished and validated at work. I am already Momma Bear of the bar, but now I have my own drink and the respect of the manager. I am so happy...
I'M GOING TO DISNEYLAND!!
Uh....no....
The seasons changed
weathers chilled
darkened lights
downtempo beats
Grab a chair
hold my gaze
tell me now
rocks or neat
I feel you there
across the room
over space
steaming heat
Piercing stare
visual embrace
shimmering glow
lips so sweet
This special night
unspoken phrase
secret moments
left incomplete
I fear there is no more hope
for the notion of my finding love
There is no storybook romance
for me
waiting to happen when I least expect
Nor is there the fated movie-like realisation
that he has been right under my nose
the whole time
There is only one hopeless date
after another
after another--
the pool is now a puddle
I used to believe there was
someone for everyone
and by God I still hold on to that creed
But sadly it seems that we live in chaos
and never was it stated that soulmates
were guaranteed to live
in the same time
or the same place...
So here it is, my periodical comments on the state of dating in New York City, or as I like to call it in dating terms, the ninth level of hell...
Something keeps happening over and over again that I thought would end after high school, maybe college the latest. What is it you ask? How about the vicious cycle that is your crush on someone that doesn't want you back, and you don't want to guy/girl that is crushing on you, and all of you keep chasing after most people you can't have, like the dragon chasing the pearl. That happens so often here in New York City that I don't think there are enough lights in the city for heartbreaks. It ridiculous. And I blame it on this statistic I keep hearing that there are more women in NYC than there are men, so it creates this vortex in which men don't have to make any serious commitments because they can have their pick of any woman here, and woman lose out because we are all chasing after the same handful of good catches and everyone is miserable, except for the fleeting moments that the men are getting laid. Well, we women like getting laid too, but I think the guys are getting more notches than we are. But I digress...
So where does this leave us all? Just the fact that people I know have boyfriends/girlfriends and are actually getting married is nothing short of a miracle. Because I know so many, many other lonely people that just can't find not only the right person, but a right person. And no one puts energy into relationships anymore. You get into your first fight? No problem!! The man can just get right back out there no problem. The woman just has her booty calls and tries and tries again.
I fit into this story personally because I am hanging out right now with a nice guy, but there was one I met before him who I just have not been able to get out of my head. And my nice guy loves me, but I can't get the other guy from under my skin!! I have watched my crush flirt with other women and have died over and over wondering why it is he seems to gravitate toward these other women who obviously aren't as dope as I am. He and I have had a few conversations in which I know I have blown his mind a little. His friends have even attested as to how cool I am. I know he's attracted to me, as I am to him, so what's the problem? What is the problem??
I pray that perhaps, by some deep, deep miracle of god, mother nature, the universe and Oprah that maybe he is thinking the same thing that I am, and that is where the disconnect is coming from. Maybe he thinks that I couldn't possibly like him because I am so cool. (Did I mention how cool I am?? *smiling jokingly*) And I sit here thinking that he may like me, but he has hoards of women to choose from and there's always someone out there that has more money, connections, thinner, younger--but not cooler!! So perhaps if, just like in high school, one of his friends told me that he digs me and one of my friends told him that I dig him, perhaps we can come together. Who knows....
The title says it all. From last Sunday to yesterday, I have had a weird week...
So it starts out that just after midnight last Sunday morning, the guy I was seeing breaks up with me. I thought I was cool with it as we had only been together a short time and I was thinking that it wasn't going to work out either. He then goes away fro a couple of days to visit family. So the whole time I just can't get it out of my mind that we are broken up. I felt that I didn't even have my say as to why it should end. I then remembered that I still had his key and of course I used that as a way to get face to face with him and get some kind of closure. So I know that he's working Wednesday night at his bar (he too is a bartender like me) and I go in, and he comes out from behind the bar, gives me a hug and a kiss, we look into each others eyes and right then knew that we weren't broken up. It was when he asked me if he should bring me back my toiletries that we both smiled and knew that it wasn't going to happen. And he even mentioned to me that if I hadn't come to see him that night, he was going to come find me the next day and try to talk to me. Funny.
Then I started my new gig at a new bar and the place is beautiful. I get this very strange vibe from the building. As it is a former nineteen thirties speak easy with a tunnel in the basement that runs from it to the precinct that was used during prohibition (which is now sealed up), there is a lot history here. Plus it is just a nice bar on an otherwise weird corner of a weird block in Little Italy. So anyway, this curly haired guy comes in with a few friends, orders a round of drinks with his quaint British accent and I'm looking at him because he looks familiar to me. I knew that I had met him through my guy at his bar and we were introduced before. I don't know why I didn't say anything to him, and I knew that he vaguely recognized me too, but again, nothing was said between us other than drink orders. So then, a couple of days later, my guy and I go to see Squeeze at Radio City Music Hall and it was a pretty good show. But the point to this story is that the nice British guy who sat at my bar turned out to be the lead singer of Squeeze!! I was dumbfounded, especially since I knew I should have been more polite back at the bar and let him know that we had been introduced before. I felt like such an asshole.... But then I felt better dining on lobster and drinking champagne with my guy after the show....
And aside from feeling the magic of the season changing, and the magic of the history of Little Italy, I compulsively felt I had to go visit my guy after work Saturday night....or should I say Sunday morning. I was supposed to go home and get a few things done, but something told me to go to his house, so off to his house I did go. And what do I find when I get there? Well, let me back this up a bit. He came to sit at my bar Saturday night to come say hi and to check in. When he walked in, he said hi and maybe two more words and I knew right then and there he was drunk. I know when he's drunk even if he doesn't say a word. He has this weird look on his face and that's how I know. And again, for some reason, it bothered me that he was drunk. So much so that I mentioned it to my manager just as an innocuous comment. So anyway flash forward, I get onto his apartment and I come to find that he drank more after he left me, and attempted to ride his bike back home and fell. He has a huge road rash on his shoulder, his elbow is swollen and scraped, and he said that he couldn't move his wrist. I immediately cleaned him up the best I could as he was half passed out, then waited until morning to really asses his injury, which turns out he also has a mark on his head from where he hit his head on the ground--but I tell you what, I wouldn't date ANY man that didn't wear a helmet. He swears that he is still alive because of his helmet. Anyway, I contemplated the meaning of my "feeling" to go to him after work only to find him busted up and in need of my help and company. Strange and magical, especially after having broken up earlier in the week that somehow we could be that close. However, I told him that he gets no sympathy from me because riding drunk is stupid and dangerous. I should know.....
Also, I have realised that I can't drink as much as I have been this year as I now work later hours and don't have the time to sit around and get blasted in a bar. Which coincides with my hearkening to stop drinking so that I can ride harder, and ride harder I have done. Like today, I pounded out a quick twenty-five to thirty miles just for good measure, as I was really supposed to go running, but my knees aren't up to par today. I really need to do something about my throbbing knees. I'm hoping just a sorely needed massage will do the trick. But anyway, drinking has gone down, pedal power has gone up, endurance is leveling out and body is in great shape, other than the knees....
What a difference a week makes!!
I'm all pissed off today. My money is nil, I am having "guy friction", my body is beyond tired and I still don't feel that I have the time I need to get things done. But that last thing everyone feels. I never thought I'd say there are not enough hours in the day, but I have been saying it lately. I am scared about that.
And what is the thing I am thinking of doing right now to get the cranky out? Drinking. However, this guy I work with kind of gave me a dissertation on the evils of drinking and what he said was nothing I hadn't heard before. I also pointed out his hypocrisy because he is a smoker. But it wasn't what he said that got to me. It was the fact that he went out of his way to let me know that he didn't think I should be drinking. How sweet is that? I was kind of touched.
But also speaking of being tired, my GOD all the biking I have been doing is draining the very essence of sanity out of me. I started taking these vitamins for the soreness I felt in my knees and they have helped immensely. However, my thighs are sore and I just have that all over body tiredness that no amount of sleep can help. Perhaps a massage. But the problem is that when I try to get a deep tissue massage, no one will do it because I have been told that i haven't been training hard enough for one. But maybe now that has changed, as what i have just described warrants a small Asian woman to put on a pair of soccer cleats and jump up and down on my body. Then rub eucalyptus on my skin. (Sounds like a fetishist fantasy doesn't it??)
Well today is my day off and I am spending it holed up in my room, watching TV and eating Thai food. I need a day like this. And soon when I move into a new apartment, I will have many more days like this. I realised that living at home is what has made me drink a lot more than I should, as I realise that I have a seriously dysfunctional family and I just stay out of the house as much as possible to get away from them. But when I have my own space, oh how glorious it will be. I will be able to get so much done, like more writing, painting, knitting, dinner parties......
Hey!! I feel bad that I have been on hiatus this summer, but hey, it's summer. Plus, I have been putting into action all the things I said I would earlier this year. First off, I quit that job that was killing me (as you already know) but I have to repeat myself as I feel that it was the best decision that I had made all year. Going back and reading my posts earlier this year, my darker posts went beyond my usual seasonal affective disorder, I was depressed about that job. I kept talking about change, and lo and behold, I made that change!! I am so proud of myself, as I often wait for things to happen to me rather than to affect events for myself. I now have gone back to working in restaurants where I can be the social animal that I am. I love meeting people, having a changing schedule and changing faces, and most importantly, a schedule that is not oriented to morning. I get to wake up whenever I feel like it. And now waking up naturally, I realise that I naturally wake up between ten and eleven--a far cry from the six a.m. that I had to force myself to wake up to for the office. And what a difference it makes to be able to work on your own personal circadian cycle...
No longer do I feel so bad about being single. Working in an office, burying your head in a cubicle, you don't get to meet many new people, and that was driving me crazy!! How can one meet new people sitting in a cubicle? So now, I am in the fold in the city, seeing new faces everyday and happy to make new connections. I have already met a ton of new people!!
I have also been furiously riding my bike non-stop. Funny thing, my riding has improved about a thousand percent. Earlier this year, my stress that had made me stop eating for a couple of months had made it so that I had no energy to ride more than from home to work, work to home, and the bar in between. I was sick all the time and feeling lethargic. I even went so far as to think that I wasn't good on uphills and needed some work on it. But really what I needed to do was to eat. And I must say that I have had a very strange experience with this. After not having eaten or having an appetite for months, then to get the appetite back and eat again is a very strange sensation. It's like food is all new all over again!! And I have even been craving a lot of red meat--i.e. beef--and I have answered that call, after not having eaten red meat for years. But I do believe that if your body craves something, you need to eat it. And I think that the starvation depleted my iron, and once I started eating again, my body was like give me iron!! Now, I can handle any hill I come across with power and strength. I swear, it's almost like I have a whole new body. In fact, I have decided to start training for racing again!! I have to find a trainer because I can only train myself so much. I need to kick it up a notch.
I wish I had gotten to the beach more this summer. But riding my bike, I have gotten a tan, so I don't feel like I missed out on any sun. However, I have the craziest tan!! I wear the fingerless gloves when I ride, so I have tanned fingers and wrists, but the hands are not tanned at all. It looks really weird. Then I laid out on my deck a couple of times and got my famous bikini tan lines, but then again, riding in shorts, I have darker calves than I do thighs!! I guess I have what I like to call the "urban tan"...which is crazy lines all over your body, even crazier than a farmer's tan which is very basic. I look like an Easter egg double and triple dipped in different places!! Hahaha!!
I feel like I am in a very different place than I was earlier this year. Light years away in fact. I can't believe how depressed I was, but I have worked hard to get to where I am now and I don't want to look back. Soon I will be moving into my own place, getting my car back from the ex (he has better parking in his neighborhood than I do in mine for the moment), and then, the ONE thing I have been ranting about all year: a vacation. For one, I will be going to St. Croix this January with a very nice gentleman who invited me to go with him. But I feel I also need to take myself somewhere by myself. I want to prove to myself that I did it all on my own and the vacation will be the reward for myself, so that I can sit back and reflect on all that I have done, then look toward the more I have to do.
I am a happy camper at this point....!!!
Hey kids, I have been on hiatus, but now am back and of course, not without stories, never to disappoint...
Where should I start? How about the shitty luck I was having for a bit--check this out. In the past month, I lost my cycling glasses (funny enough pictured here), got a flat, broke the bolt in my bike seat, got a flat, lost the bolt on my wheel to hold it to the frickin' bike frame, and the worst of all, got too drunk to ride my bike home the other night, got in a cab and left my cleats (for my bike) in the cab!! I was totally bummed out about that for like two days. But I got a new pair today which I am excited about. But the guy that sold me the cleats was a fast talking salesman who got on my nerves and kept talking for the entire time I was in the store, talking about himself.
I swore up and down that I wold never return to that bike store again....again. It is my local bike store and they specialize in racing bikes and have a good selection of high-end products, but the guys that work there are assholes!! I say that because I too work in the service industry (albeit not retail, but service) and it is a crime to look at a customer as you walk past them and not acknowledge them, say "Hi!!" and that you will be with them in a second. They act like you are a pee-on who should be grateful that they were kind enough to let you in the door to help you out when they feel like it. And when they get to you, they ask you questions to gauge how much money you are there to spend, no matter what your need. And then I also realised that when they knew what it was that I needed, they STILL didn't listen to what I was saying!! I was almost completely pissed off, but the guy I spoke to yesterday was cute so I let it go, and came back today to buy the shoes (cute guy wasn't on duty god damn it)....
I also realised the other day that I need to get a memory card for my phone. Oh yeah. I run three email addresses, Facebook, Google Maps and Yahoo through the phone and I try to erase the messages I know I don't need on the phone. But apparently when too much is going on, the phone erases the contacts from the Blackberry messenger and the call log is no more. For a while I couldn't see who called me and what calls I missed, and if I didn't immediately commit a phone number that called me, I could not figure out who was calling me. But then as I was once again going through my phone to clean it up, I realised something. I am one of those people that when I drink, I talk to people and somehow become a serial number collector. As I was going through the address book, I realised that about forty five percent of the numbers in there are people that I chatted up when totally bombed, and have absolutely no idea who they are now. And I barely call anyone I do actually know ( I am a serial texter) so why hold on to these useless numbers? Needless to say, the phone is doing muuuuch better now...
Ahh, good times....
So I have recently gotten into this thing on Facebook called Flirt With Hotties. Yes, cheezy, but I have found it to be a great way to do what I like to do: meet people. And not only local people, oh no!! I prefer to meet people worldwide, which is what I have been doing since I started playing with this strangely addictive feature. I have met people in Egypt, Denmark, Croatia, Netherlands, Australia, Canada and Greece. I love it!!
But now that I get to peer into the snapshots and lives of people all over the world, I have noticed a few trends. The first one being teenagers. Yes!! There are teenagers signed up to this application, trying to flirt with (gasp!!) hotties!! Now I remember what it was like to be a teen and yes, I was trying to flirt with hotties too and that's why it scares me--because I know they're thinking the same thing I was thinking!! Anyway, I started talking about teenagers because in the photos they post of themselves, I have noticed nair a smile cracked on a considerable number of their young, supple little faces. A lot of times they don't look into the camera, either having their heads turned or wearing sunglasses. There are a lot of them (and mind you I am speaking about the men, I would not be trying to flirt with women) that have hoodies on which partially cover their faces. But the look is all the same: a generally bored or mildly angst-like look. Now how do they suppose anyone would flirt with them when they look so....oh I don't know....irritated?
And please don't get me started on the numerous pictures of middle fingers thrust at the viewer.
Now, there are another batch of pictures on here that really disturb me. And those are the pictures of men holding guns, and more specifically pointing the gun at the camera!! Oh yeah, I'd love to flirt with you you heat-packing psycho. Really!! Those are pictures to impress your dude friends, not to get the "fairer sex" to be interested in you. Do you know what that screams to me other than you are a cracker militia candidate who would probably slap his woman around? (I have yet to see anybody other than white men holding guns. And they all seem to be in the US and Canada.) You are a cracker militia candidate that would slap and shoot his woman.....and the neighbors dog if it pooped in your garden, and the guy that cut you off on the highway, and hippies, and your boss for firing you, and brown people. Yeah, any woman would be lucky to have you return her flirt.
Then there's everybody's favorite, the buff abs shot. And that's all you see in the picture. Like that's all that is meaningful about him. It brings to mind those graffiti images I used to see around NYC of a female torso with the head, arms and legs cut off, suggesting that all you need from the woman are the tits, ass and...well, you know. Now, being the boy crazy chick that I am, a tight abs shot is great to look at. But to go further, to actually wrap my head around the possibility of going for a guy like that? Hell no!! A dude like that is the same as the botox addicted, hair weaving, malnourished, lipo-happy Barbie-girl. They are too much maintenance, believe me. That is why those women and men are so very unhappy and have strings of failed relationships. With regard to the men, how the hell is he supposed to spend time with me when he needs to be in the gym twelve days a week to keep up those abs? And to have to hear a lecture about what I eat everyday, I'd be driven to jump out of a window. And god knows I am NOT fighting him for the mirror everyday. No. Mirror mine. He go play some football or watch porn or something. I'm not into the gym culture anyway, and I sure as hell am not going to go with someone that puts more energy into his own looks than into chillin' with me. Those high maintenance freaks just don't get it--they are no deeper than the drops of tears they shed when they get left over and over again.
But to end this on a high note, I did see this picture and had, just HAD to press the flirt button:
Wouldn't you??
He's a 20 year old from Croatia studying electrical engineering. Creative and smart!!
Disclaimer: Though I am very opinionated and can be blunt with what I want to say, I am being cheeky and do not mean to generalise about all gun enthusiasts, Midwesterners, Canadians, pretty boys and pretty girls.
Oh boy, oh boy. It is summer and if it wasn't already obvious enough that I was feeling the effects of the summer heat, I am saying it out loud now. I need some man-flesh like you wouldn't believe. Anyone that knows me knows I am boy crazy, but it gets oh so much worse in the summer. I needs a six pack of that to the left more than I need my usual six pack of beer!! GIVE ME MAN!!
MEOW!!!!
Donnie Baseball Mattingly will always and FOREVER be the love of my life. I mean, for god's sakes, LOOK AT HIM!! Those dark curls, that thick lustrous mustache, oh my god the butt on that man!! Donnie, I love you!! Oh god, please let that man know that I love him. No, really, go down to L.A. in a dramatic thunderbolt, maybe a burning bush or something, darken the sky so he knows you're serious and tell that man that I am COMING for him.
I could be thrown into jail in several countries for what I'd like to do to Rafael Nadal.... kitty wants to rub on his leg and nestle on his chest!!
Same exact thing for Uriah Faber, even despite the fact that I think he's about five inches shorter than me. Who cares? Look at those eyes....uh yeah, and the muscles don't hurt either....
Thank god Plaxico Burress lives in New York--or at least works here. Can I meet this man, PLEASE?!?! Those lips, those lips!!
Kevin Boss, another New Yorker, another cutie, another Giant like Plaxico. Will I also corrupt this sweet young man? Why, yes, I think I will.....
Yet another New York Giant, Michael Strahan. Tell me that gap isn't sexy!! And that chest, and that face.....oh man!! Man, yes, MAN!! Kitty likes man!!
All I can say about Grady Sizemore is GIVE ME.
Ohhh, Rashad Evans. The sweetest, soft spoken, nicest, most darling young man you'd ever care to meet with those beautiful eyes. Yeah.....I'll corrupt him too!!
There is something about Hideki Matsui that makes me want to jump all over him.... Maybe it's his manly hands, I just don't know.....but me like, me like a lot.....
And lookie here what I found. Preston Mattingly. Yes, as in Donnie's son. Good lord, the man handed his sexiness down to his boy, without even loosing any of his own. God I know I have to meet Don and thank him for being Don, then thank him for bestowing this god-like dude on the world. Donnie part deux.
This by far and away is totally just a short, short SHORT list of the men that I freakin' drool all over. When the mood hits me, more to come!!
Here I am posting from the Hamptons (yes, I did bring my computer with me, the compulsive blogger that I am) and I have been having a wonderfully relaxing time. The kind of time that I have needed for so long. Not only that, but I have been working on a killer tan, slowly roasting my skin in the sun to get the kind of tan lines I can show off drunk in a bar to willing spectators...
But anyway, now, I have not been partying it up like so many stories of posh debauchery and trendy bastards living it up out here. Quite the contrary. I have been chilling out with my mother and a friend of hers and her friend's brother--all older hippies. (As you know, straight up my alley!!) And I have had a great time listening to gossip about families, Wall Street-ers, celebrities that bring their kids to the same school as my mom's friend's grandkid's school, the history of the town, etc. I must admit, I did at once get a pang to maybe hang with someone my age, but then that passed when I saw a few and they were just posing for each other trying to been seen more than the other and get totally laid.....although you know I have nothing against getting laid. But in layman's terms, not my scene to be a spotlight hound.
Check this out. Here is the view from the kitchen of my mom's friend's house. Freakin' dynamite, yes?? You should see it in real life, this picture does it no justice. We spent a lot of time in the kitchen talking and hanging out. I could live in this kitchen forever. Granite countertops, two dishwashers, couches, tons of cabinets and yeah, the freakin' BEACH right outside the door!!
Here is the pool. Need I say more than if you don't feel like getting sand in your bottom, you can just g to the pool and have a margarita. Doesn't hurt to have the swim instructor come once a week to train you in water conditioning...
Here is a shot of the rafters in the guest cottage. I am a big fan of wooden beams/rafters in cottages and especially if they still smell all woodsy and make you feel like you are in a cabin somewhere deep in the forest. And this guest cottage did just that. It was decorated in warm tones and I just melted. I swear if there were a fireplace in there I would swear that I was in a mountain cabin that could be a ski lodge!! Dare I say this cottage was very romantic? The beams also went down the length of the walls and of course the floors were wooden and there were windows all around the walls and each one was big and had screens in place so you could air the whole place out during the summer, sans the bugs from the garden just down the path. Ahh, beauty and nature!!
So you see, I didn't need to be livin' it up, rubbing elbows with the rich and "fabulous" in order to enjoy the great understated beauty of the Hamptons and Long Island in general. Because lord knows I have made fun of Long Island my entire life, until I got older and realised there was more to it than just the bars and shopping malls....
And Guidos....
But I like Brooklyn Guidos.....
Well kids, yet once again I've been out drinking and getting buzzed, cavorting and having a great time. I must say that the travails of unemployment don't go without its upside. And that is drinking during the day!!
OK, I haven't been doing that every day (my poor liver couldn't take it) but I have at least once or twice during the two weeks I have been between jobs gone out during the workday. Yet, feeling like the quintessential alcoholic during these times, I couldn't believe that when I walked into a place, there were already people there!! Then I didn't feel so bad.
So anyway, I found this place in Williamsburg called The Levee on N 3rd Street. They are open at like noon and this place is right up my alley!! They have great beers, a pool table, rock jukebox and pretty cool bartenders. I have gone in here twice and have left stumbling just enough to enjoy the buzz, but not enough to kill myself on the fucked up roads going back to my neighborhood from Williamsburg. The last time I was there I did just that. Case in point:
I met these two brothers there. (How could you look at the two of them and not know they are related?) So I whipped out my camera after spending a couple of hours talking to them and playing pool, and of course, drinking. I wanted to get a picture of them because they were totally cool. Notice the boobie grab. If you did, good for you because I didn't notice it until I looked at the actual picture!! Their friend snapped the shot, thn I grabbed the camera to see how it looked and I was like, "Wow, that's a great pic --heeeeyyyy.....wait a minute!!"
Good times, good times......
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