my evening has been nice. this is for a few reasons. i drove to manhattan to pick up 2 burning man tickets for $250 each. i found this deal on craigslist. the drive went well; i like driving around nyc. it was very enjoyable. and now i have burning man tickets for myself and my best friend erin who has not been yet. she is my bestie- my honorary sister, and i am so excited.
then, driving home, i thought of white castle. a few days ago on the way to the beach, a friend and i stopped at the drive-thru and ordered 2 cheeseburgers for the taste. we paid, but he drove away without getting the food and we did not realize it until a few minutes later. we are dum-dums. shortly after thinking of white castle, i saw one. so i went. i parked; this white castle was nice, with 2 outside umbrella-clad tables, and no bulletproof glass. i could go there on a date. i got many things off the menu, including my first chicken rings. the chicken rings were good, but they seem like an exotic chicken from another planet, like jupiter or mars. i could tell i was not eating actual chicken from earth. but they did taste good. and i had a conversation with a fellow white castle customer because we both like whitecastle - he had not had it in 5 years but saw it on his way to church and just had to stop.
i picked up a tiny pulled pork sandwich for my best guy friend aka the brother i always wanted aka myk tummolo aka dos melo. it is his birthday tonight and i want to see him eat the tiny sandwich with his fat fingers, all in one bite.
this evening is nice because my other brother i never wanted, saylor, is back from south america.
plus, my roommate is back from san diego. she is a big sweetie. and my other roommate and i got to chat for a while and catch up about life.
the moon is beautiful tonight, as is the weather
and the icing? i let the neighborhood cat into our apartment and she/he has been hanging around for a while, and i feel like it's my cat for the time being.
that is just some of the ways my evening has been nice.
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sundays to Relax... A Great Last Day In New York
There are few things better than going to the Turkish bathouse with my two best guy friends. Tumie and I met Saylor in the city, and we went to the Turkish Russian bathouse. I have been going here lately since first going with a past suitor. (I used to occaionally go to the gym in Park City that had the same facilities... I am an expert relaxer).
The entry fee is 30$, and you can stay all day. There are a few saunas of different level, a few steam rooms with eucalptus-scented steam, a freezing cold pool, and a sundeck to hang out at. It is co-ed, and not creepy like one would maybe think. There is food and good fresh juices. I got a Fantasy Island- pinapple, orange, apple and strawberry, seaweed salad, and then when my appetite returned I got mushroom barley soup. Sundays are not just to relax, Sundays are also the day to hemmorhage money. So, the three of us split of jar of Dead Sea mud, and I got a 20 minute neck and shoulder massage. It was from this Asian-looking, Russian-sounding guy that most of my girlfriends would not get a massage from. I, on the contrary, don't give a fuck. It was good. And interesting, when he pounded my ass (surprise!), with his hands, and then pounded the rest of my back.... (Hey- I though this was a neck and shoulder massage!) All in all, I am glad I did it, since it was 25$ and I really needed something. I carry all these heavy bags all over the place and no one gives me massages. I know, french cries and Whineken are calling my name.
So, we ended the evening with thaifood.... oh, my favorite! Thai iced-tea, vegan duck pad thai as an app to share, and then, my all-time favorite... Prik King (with pork). Then in the cab on my way to the Chinatown bus, I caught this huge fireworks display happening over the river. East River, I guess? It was the finale, so it was grand. It ended, I got on the bus back to Philly, where Bad Patrick and I watched my new inappropriate dvd and ate pizza. Black cherry soda was involved. Sundays to relax, Sundays to piss money, and Sundays to feast! I cannot think of a better way to bring my East Coast summer to a close. Spring time....watch out.
The entry fee is 30$, and you can stay all day. There are a few saunas of different level, a few steam rooms with eucalptus-scented steam, a freezing cold pool, and a sundeck to hang out at. It is co-ed, and not creepy like one would maybe think. There is food and good fresh juices. I got a Fantasy Island- pinapple, orange, apple and strawberry, seaweed salad, and then when my appetite returned I got mushroom barley soup. Sundays are not just to relax, Sundays are also the day to hemmorhage money. So, the three of us split of jar of Dead Sea mud, and I got a 20 minute neck and shoulder massage. It was from this Asian-looking, Russian-sounding guy that most of my girlfriends would not get a massage from. I, on the contrary, don't give a fuck. It was good. And interesting, when he pounded my ass (surprise!), with his hands, and then pounded the rest of my back.... (Hey- I though this was a neck and shoulder massage!) All in all, I am glad I did it, since it was 25$ and I really needed something. I carry all these heavy bags all over the place and no one gives me massages. I know, french cries and Whineken are calling my name.
So, we ended the evening with thaifood.... oh, my favorite! Thai iced-tea, vegan duck pad thai as an app to share, and then, my all-time favorite... Prik King (with pork). Then in the cab on my way to the Chinatown bus, I caught this huge fireworks display happening over the river. East River, I guess? It was the finale, so it was grand. It ended, I got on the bus back to Philly, where Bad Patrick and I watched my new inappropriate dvd and ate pizza. Black cherry soda was involved. Sundays to relax, Sundays to piss money, and Sundays to feast! I cannot think of a better way to bring my East Coast summer to a close. Spring time....watch out.
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