the conversations of "i need a new job/i hate my job/i need to make more money/i don't want to work" always end up with a semi joke suggestion like "u should just be a pimp. get will back and you can pimp him out. have u seen the show hung?"
"will would be a terrible whore. he'd want service and he's lazy. i need hoan. u'd be terrible. u wouldn't put out. hoan is my best bet. ghey's would pay a killing for him" - dk
i hate it when eating out becomes a fiasco. where the actual event of eating involves a month long reservation, undeserved anticipation ergo creating a type of contrived dinner ambiance that forces one to order and eat and act up to it's hype. as much as the over hyped restaurants flood nyc, it's density and excess of awesome restaurants also allows that impromptu awesome meal that u can have by walking from the happy hour joint to the nearest yelped restaurant, have an awesome meal, call up last minute friends and up your dinner crowd by lego-ing tables, add food as you go and just let the night ride from one place to the next, all without excess expectation. where the basics of food and drink are there and the focus can remain in the company and social banter. and so that's how st marks, mercat, pravada, butterfly, biny happened last friday. that's also how dbgb/cooper hotel/boka/massage happened last thursday as well. and then there was 3fl/dons bogum/boka/massage. and taisho/boka/japanese hostess. and...lucky strike/brinkley's/chomo's couch. and gansevoort/standard/some place next door/and and. and.
ps: mercat food is good.
i think im that person where when it rains it pours. when things don't go right for me, it's always a long string of back to back to back events where u don't have enough time to recover from one miscue and another unfortunate event happens...and then maybe a mistake and then and then...so it'll be a month of stress. 2 months of funk. i think i went through the same thing this same time the past 2 years running. which always has me wondering, is it my karma? have i done something that horrible for these events to line up one after another? i didn't need to have stress then lose my sunglasses too did i? and then step in a puddle? and then step in dog sh*t? and then lose my gym lock? was that really necessary??
so part of this self inflection and with 30 approaching there's been conscious efforts to increase maturity and more importantly legitimacy. I recently received a forwarded email from a peer - "big brothers that can speak chinese needed for immigrant families in brooklyn". i skimmed thru the EXTENSIVE criteria of screening process and obligation and without thinking 2x i quickly pushed forward my interest to sign up.
long online application. orientation. an hour long interview asking everything. describe your parents. family. occupation. siblings. your relationship with your family. how do you express anger. how do you express love? when was first sexual experience. what is your sexual orientation. what does physical abuse mean to you. emotional abuse? alcohol? drugs? school? activities? what would you do if your lil bro was needy and used you to buy him stuff? there were so many scenarios of questions that required a stint of self reflection.
in closing i said "i assume that i come from a privileged and stable background where i can naturally and intrinsically enrich a distressed childs life and i see that there is a huge return for myself that i look forward to learning about myself."
im attached to this baby cuz the parents are cool. and after spending more time with baby and watching her grow the past 2 months, i'm baby curious. i find myself staring not just at other babies on the street but their strollers, carriers, type of accessories etc. im gonna use jillian to pick up chicks soon =)
this is what you get if you ask hoan for advice
"get the funk...out of my face..get. the. funk. out of my face"
then when i told him things are better he responds...
"nice. now be like frank and go express yourself through dance"
that's the kind of support group that i have. a group of jokesters and alcoholics all in the same helping me get through all this ridiculous amt of stress that been seriously draining the happy go lucky out of me. it was a severe 3 weeks of internal turmoil that just never seemed to end. and the fact that it's over and the air is cleared...has me so relieved and soo tired of drinking. that i might pass on celebratory drinking. EHH>..who am i kidding.
its been quite the learning experience. the first time i've gone through a situation like this. and to the degree it extended was surreal. well. it's somewhat over now. let me focus on the healthy stress. the work. market is tough.
the concept and the idea of this restaurant was really good. however, it was just too damn salty. the broth was overly salty and i can't look past such a basic seasoning ingredient to be overdone to be able to give it a good review. i can't understand how simon raves about this place esp since he's traveled and has been to regions of the world where they make this kind of food.
but the story of the night revolves less around the food but more around the styles of flirtation with the japanese waitresses...
"Oh...you're from fukoaka? i've been there! there's this huge building of all okonomiyaki stalls right? its awesome! and i've been to the mountains....it's beautiful there. bright red mountains and beautiful cherry blossoms." - after simon used this line on the waitress. he continued to convince us that u use any line like that to a japanese girl she'll be eating out of your plate....
only for us to find out later that he'd never been to that 25 stall mall of okonomiyaki. HAHAHA. WHAT A POSER!. he's actually only eaten at a place across the street from that okonomiyaki mall.
pork feet
okonomiyaki
thursday morning i woke up hungry. i wanted to eat something good. i msged everyone and the first ppl to respond recommended travertine. the menu looked good and the weather was nice. i got off work, pumped some iron and headed towards my first ketel and soda. then dinner was 2 bottles of wine. the crowd of 3 for reservations wasn't who i had originally thought it would be, a new dynamic, a "maybe odd" dynamic that when i told chomo, he said. "just get drunk"
well, being that i always got a lot to say, they were friendly and "i am apparently easy to talk to", we had a great time. kudos to your love for your dreamy boyfriend and next kudos to you for your new man who can sing. and uhh...yes. cheers. great food always makes for happy company. and happy company always wants more drinks. more drinks always leads to great convo.
"I LOOVE BONE MARROW...we have to order it! i call it liquid gold. i want to bottle it up and sell it."
"u know what bone marrow reminds me of? smells like?"
"what"
"cum".
appalled by her initial claim to defame my glorified favorite i kept my mouth shut and well...gave kudos cuz obviously that one line just made our friendship that much closer. until the food came and the first slice of the knife into the bone marrow unleashed the raw aroma of the bone.
"OH GOD. U JUST RUINED MY FAVORITE DISH. THE SMELL. YOU'RE RIGHT. ACK!"
everyone shared some stories. relationships always being at the center of talk. cuz boys and girls, 不能做普通朋友。。。right? the only way things work are if both people are givers. it's gotta be a bigger giver with a lesser giver. takers don't fit into the equation. brilliant. anyways, dinner got loud. and it was all fun. and we wanted more. more drinks. more karaoke. more biny. more johnny walker. i dont really have to remember it all, but im sure that i put on a show. u'll find those rare moments where i actually want to sing. and not just sing, jump around in the middle of the room and sing. cuz it's not singing without a show. its fun.
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i had originally planned to take the following day off but instead i went in a little late and stayed for half a day just to clear up some emails, pick up my stuff and go. apparently a headache situation caused a few issues to arise from some ops tattling. and now i got issues to deal with. issues that shouldn't be issues. loyalty issues that should be innate. and a certain plan of structure in my everyday routine that's gonna change for none other than other people throwing me under the bus. its not effective for work, but its face time politics that really not necessary in this structure. oh god. ruined the weekend.
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