Anyway, this past long weekend in NYC was probably one of my most favorites of all time-simply due to the absolutely GORGEOUS weather and the fact that I was "hoofing" it in and around the borroughs with mah Boo Bear!
Here is somewhat an extensive thumbnail sketch of what kinda trouble I got into:
8/29/08 Friday: Touched down at 11:30 pm in LaGuardia. Lats picked me up and we rolled into the city to get some lamb and rice since Lord knows I've been buggin' him to take me to get Halal food. It surely didn't disappoint. I need to find a Halal joint here in the Bay to satiate my withdrawals from the chicken and rice vendor carts. Went back to Lats' pad in Jersey City and hung out like mofos (*wink*).
8/30/08 Saturday: Woke up. Made Lats' some bangin' omelettes (leftover hot dogs and sharp cheddar cheese enveloped in about 8 eggs- yes, I completely wiped out his entire carton of eggs). We played video games- more like Lats zoned out on his PS3 while I sat around, but hey, I brought my PSP too. Went to Lats' parents' house and watched "Wowowee" (don't watch it; it's a corny-ass show on TFC!). Ate at Fiesta Grill in Jersey City for the most bombest sisig (I'm telling you, I've ordered sisig all up and down NorCal and can't find any that is as good as the one at this Jersey joint)! Anyway, after that mass carnage, we got some drank at Safe-Rite and went back to the crib to imbibe.
(Man, Lats has a sexy-ass profile! oooooOOOOoooo)
We wound up getting trashed in the apartment and rolled out to meet up with J-Dizzle at Stay in the city (our only road-dawg since everyone was out-of-town or not trying to kick it). We apparently only hit up the spots that don't have cover charges...haha! At any rate, I had a fab time, but what was even more gratifying was going to St. Mark's place...wait a minute...BACK UP! I forgot to mention that J.D. drove us in Mom's Corolla to St. Mark's after our stint at Stay with his SHIRT OFF! That mofo done ripped off his shirt after I was talking hella shiet about his reptile tats. lol...COMEDY. Word to the wise- Don't talk about salamanders or J.D. will show some skin.
I digress...okay, back to the topic at hand- we hit up this little hallway of a Japanese eatery called "Udon West" and had the most banginest (yes, I know it's not a word but made-up ghetto words define the moment with more clarity) UDON!
Basically...icing on the cake.
9/1/08 Sunday: Reservations at "Fleur de Sel" at noon. Omg. Hangover though! Caught the PATH into the city and walked around Union Square for a few to kill some time before our reservation. I managed to skirt by the Whole Foods in the area to use the restroom...this particular store was a work-of-art! Three floors of organic food heaven! You know I was absolutely dying to peruse up and down the aisles and check out all of the eclectic food selections, but Lats was outside of the store waiting for me and we all know how gosh-darn impatient he is and can get. The story of NYC: long-ass lines...even to the restroom! It was so gross too because I was behind some goth chic clad in low-riding skinny jeans...so low that I saw some black butt hair creeping up to her lower back. GROSSssssssss!
Headed over to Fleur de Sel off of E. 20th Street. I was so uber-excited that I trailed behind the only other party (of 4) in the restaurant after the hostess escorted them in! Oh my! Lats yanked me and was like, "Babe! Where are you going?! You don't even know where you're going to sit!". Let's just blame that first episode on the night before's debauchery.
We had the 3-course lunch selection minus the flights of accompanying wines since we overloaded a bit too much the night before.
**EDIT: This post is getting too long to do in one sitting, and I hate to do this, but TO BE CONTINUED!**
2 comments:
that udon was the bombs!
this is the best blog you've typed up thus far.
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