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FUCK. I lost my wallet on Friday. As if my week wasn't bad enough because my cheap Motorola phone broke. Sue and I went to the nearest T-Mobile location to get a loaner phone while I wait for my replacement phone to come through the mail. By the way the loaner phone is much better/nicer. Wish I could keep it. =/ After having late lunch at Piu Bello we waited for another hour and 1/2 for two of our girlfriends. The last time I held my wallet was when we paid for the food, and before getting in M's ride. When I looked for it again to pay for drinks at another restaurant/bar it was gone. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I don’t care about the ID’s, unlimited metro card and money. It’s losing the sentimental things I had in there that upsets me the most. Heck even the all the drinks the bartender was giving me "for having pretty hair" and for losing my wallet never made me feel any better. =(
Later that night we drove around Manhattan for more drinks. Before heading back home we stopped at Gray’s Papaya at 72nd to have 50-cent hotdogs. Ooops, I mean 75-cent hotdogs. That’s right. How can I forget when I was just there and after it was mentioned in an episode of Sex and the City? =/ You know you need to get out more when you’re learning from a tv show that the 50-cent hotdogs are no longer 50 cents, but 75 cents.
We took B back to her crib, just a few blocks away from Gray’s Papaya. I always tell her how lucky she is to have a crib like THAT. By “THAT” I mean she lives in the same building as Yoko Ono. It’s one of those really old, huge solid buildings with beautiful architecture that can only be seen in the filthy rich neighborhoods in Manhattan. You know, the type of crib that would only be listed in the Real Estate section of the Sunday New York Times Magazine. It’s right across the street from Central Park. I think it might even be the same building where Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron's characters lived in the Devil's Advocate. Get the picture? I swear the girl IS lucky. By the way every morning there’s a huge crowd of people taking pictures in front of the building because it’s where John Lennon was shot and killed. Anyway, even though she says it’s really creepy and eerie in the maze-like halls I think she’s still lucky. I asked if it was like Rosemary’s Baby creepy, and all 4 of us girls shrieked. Yup. Apparently it is, from how the inside looks to how the folks that live there look. But heck, I’d take THAT crib anytime.
Am I the only girl whose girlfriends have absolutely no interest in online fun like LJ, Friendster, and back when it was fun, AA? Sheesh.
Later that night we drove around Manhattan for more drinks. Before heading back home we stopped at Gray’s Papaya at 72nd to have 50-cent hotdogs. Ooops, I mean 75-cent hotdogs. That’s right. How can I forget when I was just there and after it was mentioned in an episode of Sex and the City? =/ You know you need to get out more when you’re learning from a tv show that the 50-cent hotdogs are no longer 50 cents, but 75 cents.
We took B back to her crib, just a few blocks away from Gray’s Papaya. I always tell her how lucky she is to have a crib like THAT. By “THAT” I mean she lives in the same building as Yoko Ono. It’s one of those really old, huge solid buildings with beautiful architecture that can only be seen in the filthy rich neighborhoods in Manhattan. You know, the type of crib that would only be listed in the Real Estate section of the Sunday New York Times Magazine. It’s right across the street from Central Park. I think it might even be the same building where Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron's characters lived in the Devil's Advocate. Get the picture? I swear the girl IS lucky. By the way every morning there’s a huge crowd of people taking pictures in front of the building because it’s where John Lennon was shot and killed. Anyway, even though she says it’s really creepy and eerie in the maze-like halls I think she’s still lucky. I asked if it was like Rosemary’s Baby creepy, and all 4 of us girls shrieked. Yup. Apparently it is, from how the inside looks to how the folks that live there look. But heck, I’d take THAT crib anytime.
Am I the only girl whose girlfriends have absolutely no interest in online fun like LJ, Friendster, and back when it was fun, AA? Sheesh.