the big reveal...SHORTS!
there he is, folks. and to my friends who were convinced shorts was an alias for my ex...well now you know.
shorts grew up in stuy town. his parents live in his grandparents rent stabilized apartment, which means with annual raises they pay about a $3 month. crazy.
i had to have a glass of wine, just cause i was nervous about pauses in the conversation. chardonnay=lots and lots of verbal diarreah. and yes, i put ice in my white wine. you know why? cause owning your decisions is classy. so fuck it. i've also been known to put ice my beer. and milk. and coke. and water. and underpants.
he is super nice and married (wha wha wha...). we came up with an awesome business plan that will hopefully make him rich.
we went to the new cafeteria on prince street and lafayette called delicatessan. you could tell it was owned by the same guys because it had that clorox smell and horrible n-tsa n-tsa music.
the best thing we ordered was the cheeseburger spring rolls...whaaaat? yup. SO GOOD.
this deep throating phallic food thing, i think i'm getting too old. or it's getting too old. kiss it goodbye.
he got omelet, boring. i got salmon which only confirmed that i absolutely HATE salmon unless it's smoked and on a bagel with cream cheese. i hate salmon. especially this salmon.
we couldn't do dessert cause i am just too blubbery.
so i got a huge oatmeal raisin cookie on the way home, had a bite, then threw it away. hoorah for will power.
all in all it was a good place for what it aims to be. i'm not sure what that is, but whatever it is it is. the menu is neat, the wide open windows are great, blah blah blah.
let's see how cute it is once it's broken in and dirty after winter.