Dudes. Listen here. I had a night with some ladies last night. We were uber better than you going to this book signing party at some hip Dumbo loft space and then jetting back to Manhatts to have drinks and foods at Lil Frankies on 1st and 1st. I love me some squashes and eggplant. When I'm feeling annoying and childlike and there's squash at the ready, I grab the squash real hard and say "I'M SQUISHING THIS SQUASH" and then I attract friends. But that's not what this, all of this here, is all about.
What I'm trying to say is that
Lil Frankies has this amazing dish of Roasted Eggplant, off their spit fire, when sliced open the insides melt like heavenly melted things. It's warm solidified heaven globs. I ordered a side of tomato sauce with mine because I always lust after tomato. I can't be near italian food, sunshine, wine, mexican restaurants, or human beings without starting to crave tomato products. I'm sharing this with you so that you'll get to know me better. Know about me and tomato and all of the emotional baggage that comes with it.
That eggplant was good.
So was my company. NYC has the best ladies inside it.
Not the best gents though. The weirdo catcallers were going mad last night. I got my ass palmed by an argumentative homeless dude who denied palming it after I was all like "woah don't touch my ass" and a fellow who told me that my shoes were perfect for people who are into ladies walking on them, explaining repeatedly "no, really, people will pay for that", and finally a young fellow who yelled as I was at the ATM "Girl I wanna buy you a non-alcoholic drink." which turned into
me - no thank you
him- no really baby please please please
me- uh, sorry no, I'm crossing the street now
(waiting to cross the street, he comes up real close)
him- I just, I just really want to ... can't we talk, and I buy you this drink
me- It's not going to happen.
him- but
me- Please stop. I'm going to go now.
He really really wanted me to have some snapples I guess. I don't want any snapples.