finlay

or is it finnley, or finly or whatever.

finlay is a scottish photographer friend. he is NUTS. one of my top 10 nights in new york city was with him a year ago. no funny stuff at all, just fun stuff.

i hopped over to ditch plains to meet him for din din. i was on the phone ordering domino's when i got the click through. and thank goodness because otherwise i would be sober in bed watching ken burns's "the war" on pbs wondering what it would be like to not shower for 6 months. and all that other gruesome death stuff.

made finley take an oyster shooter. i took the oyster out of my shot because it looked like a huge pussy, and i don't put those in my mouth.



my other friend told some woman he knew there that i was a food critic. i was sure that would get us a free something, but apparently it only got us too much description of the dishes. here is a suggestion from a food critic, ma'am. the fish tacos need some spice, and that tabasco sauce on the table is not going to cut it. but good job on the corn tortillas and enough lime for each taco. i also applaud the change in the menu (after over a year, it is about fucking time). and good job putting the burgers on proper plates instead of baskets like we are at the state fair.



ok. ran into a friend's ex fiance upon exit. AWKWARD. she got fat. best revenge, that and he has a totally hot new girlfriend. --whatever....your mother...works...at mcdonalds.... (finlay taught me that. it's a little interactive and doesn't translate well throught text)

N E way. went to blue ribbon's new wine bar on bedford street. (HEY YOU! IF I WALK IN AND YOU RECOGNIZE ME, GIVE ME YOUR SEAT, BITCH. THIS PLACE IS SMALL AND I AM DOING YOU A FAVOR BY EVEN TELLING YOU ABOUT IT.)

i had a hummingbird. it was st. germain, champagne, and soda with strawberries floating in it. too cute.




finlay had a fancy margarita. roi had a scotch. then we all were dry and ready for more.

while roi nearly passed out next to us, we ordered the champagne tasting. it's neat their little tastings. they give you basically half full glasses of three different varieties of a specific something or other. only the wine nerds know what the fuck is really going on. finlay knocked over and shattered the glass of $180/BOTTLE champagne. i was just laughing. all the wine nerds hated us.

then, we had some sick, stinky rum. it smelled like cow shit but apparently that was considered good?



i gave mine to finlay because i would rather drink gasoline than that funky "fancy" stuff. seriously? it tasted like everclear mixed with brown sugar. he drank 'em both. i told him i would try harder to keep up with him tomorrow...

whatever, your mother works at mcdonald's. WMWM.

xo

blue ribbon bar

ditch plains