I dunno why, but I’ve been super-crazy-busy for the past few days!!! Actually, I know why. It’s because of werk and stuff, obvs. I was able to steal away from the office for a bit today and have a nice lunch with a busy business lady friend (and infrequent Tumblrer) at a fancy-schmancy, celebrity-infested joint in Soho.
Just between us squirrel friends, I’ll admit that I usually don’t like going to this place. After years of having lived in the neighborhood in ye good old, bad old days, I’m kinda sorta over the whole New York celebrity bullshit. So what, who cares that [insert famous person] eats there? The food is awight, but the service is stunningly bad. I mean, the waitstaff is OK to good, but the maître d’ always treats peeps like we’re trying to get into an exclusive club or something. Barf.
Also, maybe it’s just me, but I don’t understand bathrooms that have attendants. Really, I don’t need someone to turn on the water faucet for me and then hand me a paper towel. Although getting two dollar tips to turn on the water faucet and hand peeps paper towels is probably a pretty lucrative gig. Maybe I’m in the wrong line of work?
Despite my crankiness about the joint, it was nice to see my friend and chat with her about shizz. My cheezeburger was awight, but the pavlova we shared for our lunch dessert was positively divine.
It’s possible that I’ve completely forgotten how to interact with people like a normal human being. Whatevs.