first weekend in nyc in a month.  hot. sticky. and busy.  

"would you take a 75% guaranteed trader?  or a good trader?  of 10 trades. at 1 dollar minimum.  7.5 guaranteed or a good trader with a history of 51% not betting the minimum."

"i did not cheat.  i just could not drink anymore.  first time i've lost to connors in 10 years."

"this area is trying to up the price point but it's stuck btwn the armory and a cuny.  i think it will rise in volume, increase slightly in price but won't achieve nice property speculation that other neighborhoods will.  but it is uber convenient."

"as you walk east. every avenue has a totally diff personality"

"i'm not averse to settling down.  go on match.  its all about probability"

"waterguns"

"he loves to mentor people."

"is crazy jenn there?....almost"

"the guy in the office across from me gives me the finger when im throwing parties"

"hotel chantelle has taiwan beer?"

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there was a night that happened at 4RN that i would have paid money to have attended.  what was i doing that night anyways?  

HKK: it ALL started when i was using her sesame oil to dip my samgyup sahl at frank's bbq. the WHOLE time i was eating, i was complaining "something tastes weird. something tastes funny. it tastes like refrigerator. the meat must be old. the meat tastes like refrigerator" ahhahaha i could NOT stop complaining. and then FINALLY this guy goes..."i think it's the sesame oil" and then BAM! i had to check EVERY condiment at her place...

even yesterday, i ask for vinegar and sus goes "what kind? do u want balsamic, red, or apple?" and my initial thought was wow she has so many assortments....well, i should have known better...she has so many assortments b/c she hoards condiments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

 and what's even more bizarre about this whole issue is that sus has 2 beers in the fridge. i asked if i can drink it and she wont let me. i ask her why and she says i wont like it b/c it's too strong...i was SOOOO confused...i mean, it's beer right?? so i just stop asking and didnt bother drinking the stinkin beer.  

and then a week later, she goes "does beer get old? i've had this sitting in the fridge for about a year"  so she's worried about beer getting old after JUST ONE YEAR! but she has all these seasonings that's been there for YEARSSSS but still offers them to me!!

"How old is this?"

"I dont know - just use it"

"ITS FROM 2007! OMG!  it BOGGLES MY MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

i'm over here in the kitchen yapping away full throttle about her old condiments. and frank is sitting on the couch going on and on about how she needs to stop wearign the blue skirt and to wear something else. it was just nonstop.  

franklin prolly walked down to the doorman all the time wondering why i wore my blue skirt agian....

Susan be walkin down the street and people be like "Dayem that's a nice blue skirt".  And then people see her again and they be like "Dayem she wearin that skirt again?!?" A few more times??? Everytime!  I'll be disappointed if I see you and your not wearing that electric blue skirt.  It's your signature look, like cartoon characters that only wear one outfit

between the condiments and my blue skirt. ugh~

 oh yeah. frank turned the knob of my oven to 400 degrees....but he didnt turn it ON. so 20 mins pass.

"ure oven is not on"

it wasnt even on! he just turned the knob,  but its gas so u  have to wait till it flames up.

all meanwhile...

"and the youngin stopped by and dropped off a care package for me with the doormen. frank was hatin!"

i came home to a whole foods bag with a post it stapled to it "4RN". 

proof that kyoung did not allow the youngin upstairs to deliver a care package, which included ice cream.  THEN she made franklin go down and get the bag from the doorman. that is icing on the cake~ like a cherry on top.

frank's response: "who cares about ice cream and yogurt and applesauce. i brought wine like a real man" HAHAHAHHA

 

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alex, white tshirt and sunglasses on ure head. i almost forgot about that.

eric - u rock the grey vneck

susan - blue skirt. 

 

Mono + Mono

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116 E. 4th St.New YorkNY 10003 
nr. First Ave.  See Map | Subway Directions Hopstop Popup 
212-466-6660 Send to Phone

  • Cuisine: Eclectic/Global, Korean
  • Price Range:$$
  • Reader Rating: 

    7 out of 10

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This chicken and jazz parlor boasts a cool lo-fi vibe, a cavernous, group-friendly space, and tasty lineup of Asian-inflected bar food. The centerpiece of the dark, spacious room is a collection of 30,000 vinyl records; you can browse the stacks and pull one for the D.J. to spin. Among the standout plates coming from the glassed-in kitchen is organic, double deep-fried chicken done up in Korean spicy sauce, or a soy-and-garlic number. Audibly crispy and nearly greaseless, the piles of legs and wings are more refined than those at even the uber-popular Bon Chon, but neither the consistency nor the flavor matches Momofuku’s rightfully esteemed version. The rest of the menu presents continent-hopping mix of small items for sharing: fried calamari, Mexican elote, and sushi. A deep-fried soft shell dish, “Holy Crab” is a highlight. While nibbling on a plate of freshly ground mung bean pancakes topped with spicy, tangy kimchi and taking in the sweet notes of “Watermelon Man” by Herbie Hancock, Mono + Mono’s mash-up concept starts to makes sense. 

haven't seen joo ho in a while.  he got moved to the e.v. location after the divorce.  still great service.  no hard liquor.  but much nicer space. 

it was a "u know" night.  

do u really think wearing a suit makes you more appealing to women because they'll think you work in a hedge fund?  

and why do you listen to people who don't trade.  they just talk about how gold is overvalued.

 

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"i see that you got bigger...." - OMG!

"shut the EFF UP!"

 

 

 

"뭐해?  어디?"

"째즈바"

“i'm at a beauty pageant"

"of course you are"

"my mom's a judge."

"mama's boy."

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"looks like you"

"not all happas look alike"

"ok i'll take a blurry picture"

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"how do you feel about pageants?" - at first i was against it.  took a while for me to see the good in it.  in the end the initial negative connotations are only 12 weeks of your life.  and what you can potentially take away from it is huge.  things that you may never be exposed to.  etiquette class, performing under pressure.  confidence of yourself and security of your demeanor.  exposure.  and it really is just an stepping stone to something bigger.  of course this conversation is always contingent on good support structure and good intentions on reasons for entry.