Oct 052008
Living downtown is making me soft. Today, a friend and I wanted to grab brunch at Hell’s Kitchen, a popular spot for Sunday diners. We called ahead and discovered that the wait time for a table was an hour and a half. So my friend and I hung out at my place while my nurse took a quick walk over there, put our name down, and came back with a pager that would notify us when the table was ready. No milling around in some crowded lobby for us. About an hour later, we got paged and I was soon enjoying a rather spicy Bloody Mary.
It’s like I’m living the life of some sort of Midwestern Jerry Seinfeld, complete with Junior Mints.
Dude!
I like your blog!
Ms. Stake
Be sure to keep the beefarino away from the horse! Lol!
It’s a blog about nothing.
And I love it. You’re a hipster doofus.
🙂