midtown

nice day out.

will vespas ever go away what is this france, italy?

these are my de niro glasses, at the end of casino when he is sitting at his desk.

can’t get enough.

who invited lance romance?

what? oh well maybe just the one i’m not really a drinker you guys.

so she’s real afterall, we finally meet jeff’s gf, josie.

cold jerk chicken, blew my face off.

forget what chutney it is i don’t want to be a dick and go for the safe answer, mango, anyway, it’s good.

fil had the jerk wrap, very good.

i think someone in there likes me cos i got a little salad with my second drink, well actually it was my fourth if you must know, two glasses of wine with dinner in-between.

this is when jeff declares that he canNOT handle olives then to be a buff he does the unthinkable:

bravo.

then we went to the bedford and i had 4 more caesars and some whiskey and we played the alphabet name bands game but had to say your band name like a retard what that wasn’t us that was a different table.

i feel like a cow if my menstrual cycle was a horoscope it would read: on the cusp of venus hurtling fast toward spinal cord injury pain in my back and little cupids punching my ovaries.