a day in my new life
wake up 1 p.m.. finals are next week so no class. i sit around in my room drinking revive vitamin water to nurse my hangover. my friend jason calls me asking if I could give him a ride to Stamford (an hour away) so that he could pick up his car there (broke down while driving through there last week). i don't want to heavily edit my paper on mudejars (muslims) in valencia and granada in post-reconquest iberia, so i accept.
after finishing smoking a j on the way there, we realize how close stamford is to new york (40 min or so) and decide to just go into the city for dinner. he picks up his car and parks it in stamford and we head into the city.
there is no traffic heading in. we get there in 35 minutes. on the way there we make reservations at one of the hippest restaurants in new york at the moment. we arrive in the city and walk around the neighborhood where jason lives, waiting for it to be time for us to go to the restaurant. we stop at a sake bar that we find and have a few drinks and some nori. we chat it up with the man who is japanese. he speaks japanese to some of his employees and Jason and I understand every word they say (extreme gratification).
we leave and arrive at the restaurant. its name is buddakan. we putz up with our pea-coats over t-shirts, surrounded by businessmen and the fashionable elite. most probably think we're wearing t-shirts out of irony, but in fact we're just wearing them. we sit down at our table. we dine over steamed seabass rolls, spicy rock shrimp, braised lamb, chili lump crab, and a $50 half bottle of french champagne (from rheims, obviously). absolutely delicious meal. we stay for a while, chatting, having a great time.
afterwards we head to his friend maggie's place. 18th floor appartment in the village. we lounge in their sparsely decorated appartment, marc by marc jacobs bags strewn everywhere. her roommate, the princess of lichtenstein, comes back. we smoke a j and chat more. eventually, we leave.
arrive back at wesleyan.
after finishing smoking a j on the way there, we realize how close stamford is to new york (40 min or so) and decide to just go into the city for dinner. he picks up his car and parks it in stamford and we head into the city.
there is no traffic heading in. we get there in 35 minutes. on the way there we make reservations at one of the hippest restaurants in new york at the moment. we arrive in the city and walk around the neighborhood where jason lives, waiting for it to be time for us to go to the restaurant. we stop at a sake bar that we find and have a few drinks and some nori. we chat it up with the man who is japanese. he speaks japanese to some of his employees and Jason and I understand every word they say (extreme gratification).
we leave and arrive at the restaurant. its name is buddakan. we putz up with our pea-coats over t-shirts, surrounded by businessmen and the fashionable elite. most probably think we're wearing t-shirts out of irony, but in fact we're just wearing them. we sit down at our table. we dine over steamed seabass rolls, spicy rock shrimp, braised lamb, chili lump crab, and a $50 half bottle of french champagne (from rheims, obviously). absolutely delicious meal. we stay for a while, chatting, having a great time.
afterwards we head to his friend maggie's place. 18th floor appartment in the village. we lounge in their sparsely decorated appartment, marc by marc jacobs bags strewn everywhere. her roommate, the princess of lichtenstein, comes back. we smoke a j and chat more. eventually, we leave.
arrive back at wesleyan.