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Mon, July 5
Fireworks and Free Sausage
The fourth of July party on our roof was a blast...Perfect amount of people. The boys next door had their friends, we had ours, shared their keg, shared our food...The fireworks were amazing.
Met some cool guy who lives in our building and his guitar-playing friends. I don't mean "met some guy" as in "met a cute guy, yeah baby" kind of way, but just a kool kat. I think they play guitar on the roof every Saturday while the sunworshipers worship their concrete sun-god. He was cooking sausages, so of course, I said "Mmmm. Sausage." Highlight of the evening: he invited me to share in their grilled bounty of fatty flesh. Sausage on a roll = Delish. Bad Jewish girl.
On Saturday night, Em and I met up for dinner and lots of drinking. We ended up having lots of dinner AND lots of drinks, at "26 Seats" on Avenue B btwn. 11th and 12th...It was so French that the French chef strategically urged us to sit outside in a table that was practically on top of the table of French guys next to us (Ok, it didn't take that much urging). I was offered a taste of mashed potatoes and endives from one of the guys, before I even learned his name. Food before friendship. We all went to No Malice afterwards, and Em and I tried to teach the Frenchies to dance to hip hop but it didn't go over too well. (They like to shimmy too much.) When J came to meet me, mashed potato guy got jealous and kept on pulling me aside to say, "You are a bad girl. I am very mad at you." I looked at him like he was from Mars (or, Paris) and said, "Excusez-moi?" To which he replied, "You know you want more." Right. Bien sur. That's why I invited someone ELSE to meet me there.
When Em and I went to the bathroom, two of the Frenchies walked in with flowers they claimed to have bought for us from a guy on the street. Well, in Paris, this would be a believable claim...in Paris, instead of crack they sell roses outside of clubs and bars. But...it wasn't until the next night, when we all took the rooftop party to No Malice (hey, its nearby and dependable), that I noticed where the flowers came from: A cheesy bouquet placed outside the men's room. Smooooth. Reminds me of first grade, when this boy Erol told all the girls that if we kissed him, he'd give us a diamond. I collected many "diamonds" that year, but at his birthday party, I looked up at the chandelier in his living room to discover mysteriously empty spots. I guess he thought I was cheap?
Newly realized pet peeve: when other people smoke nearby and all the smoke ends up directly in YOUR nostrils.
Today was just way too hot. Tomorrow's forecast: running in Central Park after work.
Posted by lexzog at July 5, 2004 11:27 PM
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