I had three dinners tonight. Children around the world went hungry.
The first was a delightfully trendy place where a college student on a date fits in with the budding impresario trying to impress his birdie date with cold sake. It was marvelous. The sushi was fresh and surgically removed from large blocks of lurid sea monsters. The jazz was out of place but very, shall we say contemporary?
Then a small indian BYOB - Bartuchi's. We only had nan. Stacks of cheese/onion/garlic filled. They were out of the fluffy kind :(.
And then we went to Big Nick's. A menu in the form of a booklet with anything imaginable. I had a burger.
What is the point you might wonder...Diego doesn't bother with the banal happenings of day to day life. What I have is a comment on the structure of NY society.
It's the day before Thanksgiving and it might just be that most of use don't have work tomorrow or it might be that we are trying to dull our senses in preparation of the quality family time we'll be enjoying tomorrow. The bars are packed so we barhop from sodomizing donkeys to old couples bars sometimes straying into a grocery store for a snack or water.
Like at Penn, the replicating migration to warmer and better climates (cheaper and better mood/setting/stools/free stuff like popcorn) happens and we fly (walk) in V (a line).
We never tire.
We rally!
And so does the city that doesn't sleep.
Everyone likes to act like they're older. We'll see how life goes and if we remember this in retrospect.
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