Friday, June 15, 2007
New York, yes!
So, we're in the greatest city of all time.....well, next to Rome...there's sirens going off constantly outside my sister's Brooklyn apartment window. Ahhhh...I couldn't sleep without them.
So we go to this Carribean restaurant in Brooklyn for dinner...most restaurants in this city, area, are small, skinny, shoved-into-crevaces kind of joints. This is mainly a walk-up stand kind of place, a take away restaurant. But upstairs are five, count 'em, FIVE tables, only two of which can seat more than two people. The staircase up into this place is SO steep and SO skinny that I comment that Mom and Dad couldn't get up into it...or if they did, they couldn't get back down. The upstairs is also so small that the waiter stands on the top of the stairs and takes your order from there...because, he IS so close to be standing next to you, only he's on the stairs.
The food was AWESOME...just excellent. And it was BYOB, conveniently with a liquor store next door. After dinner we walked a few blocks to a "new bar" that Carolee found a while back. VERY posh place in the middle of Brooklyn "not-so-nice." We sat in the window seat that was open to the street, drank ridiculously expensive cocktails and watched the local hoodlum boys play ball up against a wall that was clearly labeled, "No ball playing!"
So, we still don't have an apartment or hotel to stay at. HOWEVER, I replied to a Craig's list ad to stay in this apartment on the lower east side, share a bath with a "28 year old lawyer." I get a message back.....from a chick named "Malena." HOLY SHIT, she's HOT! There was a webpage and myspace attached to her name at the end of the email, in which said she thought it would "work out" for Bernie and I to stay in her "moroccan" inspired apartment." We've GOT to stay there...what an experience...her webpage makes her out to be a freaking star....she's a singer, model, etc., hot.
Off to New Jersey tomorrow...to see relatives that I literally have not seen in TWENTY years...and why? Because they never leave fucking New Jersey....so, you can IMAGINE the conversations we'll have....
Drinking red wine, in case you were wondering.
So we go to this Carribean restaurant in Brooklyn for dinner...most restaurants in this city, area, are small, skinny, shoved-into-crevaces kind of joints. This is mainly a walk-up stand kind of place, a take away restaurant. But upstairs are five, count 'em, FIVE tables, only two of which can seat more than two people. The staircase up into this place is SO steep and SO skinny that I comment that Mom and Dad couldn't get up into it...or if they did, they couldn't get back down. The upstairs is also so small that the waiter stands on the top of the stairs and takes your order from there...because, he IS so close to be standing next to you, only he's on the stairs.
The food was AWESOME...just excellent. And it was BYOB, conveniently with a liquor store next door. After dinner we walked a few blocks to a "new bar" that Carolee found a while back. VERY posh place in the middle of Brooklyn "not-so-nice." We sat in the window seat that was open to the street, drank ridiculously expensive cocktails and watched the local hoodlum boys play ball up against a wall that was clearly labeled, "No ball playing!"
So, we still don't have an apartment or hotel to stay at. HOWEVER, I replied to a Craig's list ad to stay in this apartment on the lower east side, share a bath with a "28 year old lawyer." I get a message back.....from a chick named "Malena." HOLY SHIT, she's HOT! There was a webpage and myspace attached to her name at the end of the email, in which said she thought it would "work out" for Bernie and I to stay in her "moroccan" inspired apartment." We've GOT to stay there...what an experience...her webpage makes her out to be a freaking star....she's a singer, model, etc., hot.
Off to New Jersey tomorrow...to see relatives that I literally have not seen in TWENTY years...and why? Because they never leave fucking New Jersey....so, you can IMAGINE the conversations we'll have....
Drinking red wine, in case you were wondering.
How's this for F'ed up?
So, my new hubbie and I are going to NY for our belated honeymoon....I set up a hotel, but something about it is...well, I don't know...I have a feeling that I don't want to stay there....so I've stressed and looked and checked out Craig's list and all this bullshit, but for some reason, am not satisfied with any of them. Weird, huh? I mean, this is sort of, "she's wack on crack" weird. So, I'm canceling the hotel and we're going to "wing it." If I don't find anything, we'll just stay with my sister, which is what we're doing when we first get there anyway.....weird, huh?
I need a drink......
I need a drink......
