Friday: Jason wasn't feeling well, so instead of shopping and movies, we stayed in with rentals. Perhaps due to a conversation I'd had with a friend earlier in the day re: women, their bodies, and objectification, our choices of movies were less than great. Superbad had some laughs, but mostly, I was disgusted with the juvenile (read: totally misogynistic) humor. In the end, I was glad they made the point in several ways that getting someone drunk to sleep with her is a really bad idea (mostly 'cause I repeatedly yelled at the tv, "that's rape, you asshole!"), but overall, I just didn't understand the hype. Shoot 'Em Up was even worse than that, and we ended up turning it off about 30 mins in. Clive Owen + Monica Bellucci. And we turned it off. Yes, it was that bad.
Saturday: Got up early and took the bus to NYC. The 4-hour trip ended up taking almost 5. I napped a lot. I even napped when I got to Tex's-- have I mentioned that these meds are kicking my ass? But we got up and readied ourselves for dinner at STK in the Meatpacking District. Oh gods. Let me tell you about this dinner. First of all, the place was swank as hell. Appetizer: picture a bed of sea salt dribbled with lime. On it are four seashells. In the seashells-- cilantro, scallops, fresh lychee. It was tingling good. For dinner, I had the filet medallion with blue butter sauce, served with asparagus dressed in lemon butter. Tex got the filet with hollandaise, garlic, and truffle sauce. Both sauces were unbelievably tasty and complimented the light salting of the steak perfectly. Dessert was a molten chocolate cake with hazelnut ice cream presented like a work of art. It was... oh man. Just amazing. After that, we went to the LJ meetup, and I met bunches of new people, and got to see Carly and Karyn as well. Still, I couldn't drink, so I was again the loser nursing water at the bar. We ended back at Tex's, and I passed out pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Sunday: We slept in late. Late. When we finally got up at around 1pm, Tex made us breakfast, we showered, and then we headed to Forbidden Planet near Union Square. I picked up volumes 4 &5 of Y: The Last Man to keep me company on the bus back. Volume 4.... man, there were some things I was not expecting. Still haven't finished volume 5, as I got sidetracked talking to Matthew, the salsa-dancing JHU med student with the pretty eyelashes. Spent some time with my mother when I got in, then headed home to relax, call Jason, and pass out.
Tonight: Dinner with my bro, cleaning up my room, catching up with BSG.
Saturday: Got up early and took the bus to NYC. The 4-hour trip ended up taking almost 5. I napped a lot. I even napped when I got to Tex's-- have I mentioned that these meds are kicking my ass? But we got up and readied ourselves for dinner at STK in the Meatpacking District. Oh gods. Let me tell you about this dinner. First of all, the place was swank as hell. Appetizer: picture a bed of sea salt dribbled with lime. On it are four seashells. In the seashells-- cilantro, scallops, fresh lychee. It was tingling good. For dinner, I had the filet medallion with blue butter sauce, served with asparagus dressed in lemon butter. Tex got the filet with hollandaise, garlic, and truffle sauce. Both sauces were unbelievably tasty and complimented the light salting of the steak perfectly. Dessert was a molten chocolate cake with hazelnut ice cream presented like a work of art. It was... oh man. Just amazing. After that, we went to the LJ meetup, and I met bunches of new people, and got to see Carly and Karyn as well. Still, I couldn't drink, so I was again the loser nursing water at the bar. We ended back at Tex's, and I passed out pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Sunday: We slept in late. Late. When we finally got up at around 1pm, Tex made us breakfast, we showered, and then we headed to Forbidden Planet near Union Square. I picked up volumes 4 &5 of Y: The Last Man to keep me company on the bus back. Volume 4.... man, there were some things I was not expecting. Still haven't finished volume 5, as I got sidetracked talking to Matthew, the salsa-dancing JHU med student with the pretty eyelashes. Spent some time with my mother when I got in, then headed home to relax, call Jason, and pass out.
Tonight: Dinner with my bro, cleaning up my room, catching up with BSG.
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