Hot Child in the City

Day Thirteen

Elke and I reached a new low in productivity yesterday. When I woke up around 2.00, it was thundering very, very loudly. I had a weird dream in which I was part of an island utopian society that had recently been overrun by a dictatorial regime (of course, I tried to befriend and change the dictator). The thunderstorm started just as my people were rebelling, so when I woke up I thought the thunder was the sound of bombs.

Funnily enough, when Elke finally woke up a bit later, she walked into the living room and said, "Is that thunder or are we at war?"

We spent the rest of the afternoon just hanging out. At first we thought it was going to rain, but it never did. Either way, it was too hot to really go anywhere. Garrett was coming for the evening - his family is going to Philadelphia this weekend, so he has Friday off work. By the time we got our shit together, it was too late to go anywhere before Garrett got here, so we didn't actually leave the apartment until almost 9.00.

Garrett got here a bit before 8.00, but then had to spend half an hour looking for a place to park. Elke and I dressed up a little bit, but then we had to spend another 30 minutes looking for a place to eat. Elke and I had a Mexican restaurant all picked out, but Garrett claims he eats Mexican all week, so we had to find something new. We ended up going to this amazing Spanish Chinese restaurant called Flor de Mayo.

And then I found the greatest thing about New York City: there is a restaurant here that has, as a meal, on the menu, for less than $10 fried chicken AND fried rice. I just about shit my pants. Of course I had to get it. Luckily, I had smoked before leaving, so I managed to eat the entire half-chicken and all of my fried rice. The best part about it is, they deliver and there are two of them in our neighborhood! I'm so very excited.

However, Flor de Mayo didn't have much to offer as far as a bar scene went, so we walked up to Smoke to check out the show. There wasn't a cover, but there was a $15 drink minimum per person per set. We got there near the beginning of the second set and had an hour and a half before the third. I was very embarassed when we walked in though - the hostess asked for my ID, but not for Garrett or Elke's. I guess that's what I get for wearing my hair in a (oh-so-chic) ponytail, but Garrett's face is like that of a 12-year-old's and Elke usually gets carded for cigarettes.

Smoke was pretty cool, but I have to admit I prefer the Jam Session. We each got two drinks, but had to rush through them. We didn't really believe they would kick us out before the third set, but the hostess came up to us five minutes before it was supposed to start and very firmly reminded us about the drink requirement. So we downed our Mai Tais and got the Hell out of dodge.

And then we just came back here and hung out for a bit. We went to bed kinda early since Garrett had been up since 8.00 a.m. YUCK.

posted by Megan @ 9:40 AM