wouldn't it be fun (oo, see what I did there?) to get completely wasted last night, because that may or may not be what I did. Sometimes I am a danger to myself and others, I swear to god. Mostly just myself. I had such a blast, though. It was my friend's birthday and we went to Identity on E 6th St between Avenues A and B. (PS - if you follow the link to the reviews on citysearch, you simply must read this one because it's fucking hilarious! Omg, the hot bartender refused to flirt with you?? Pardon me: was reluctant to flirt with you?? That's not part of the job description! Well, they're not allowed to ask us that in job interviews, at any rate, and they can't technically fire us for not flirting, but I have been asked by small-minded bar managers to wear lipstick...) Apparently the place is crazy on the weekends, but it was perfect for our purposes last night because we were able to take over the joint. The bartender Lawrence was fantastic. I asked him where he was from and he said "France." I said, "yes, I sort of picked up on that. Where in France?" He's from Normandy. I don't remember at the moment what his t-shirt said, just that it was a suitable response to that review, come to think of it: something witty about being a bartender. Man, I miss it...
Anyway, I've just made some coffee and need to get down to business, but this op-ed piece was pretty good today, and I rather enjoyed reading about the shenanigans Google got into yesterday, but sadly I missed them all because I got up and went straight to dinner at Zen Palate in Hell's Kitchen (pardon me, the Theatre District) and then straight to the bar.
And now I find myself wondering exactly what it is that all of my willpower is going to... Perhaps I'm simply that out of practice. Ew, scary.
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