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Sat, December 29
Apple Cider
Ever since the fall, I've been on a hot cider kick. Not just any hot cider--but Starbuck's version of it. It's called "Caramel Apple Cider", which means they put whipped cream on the cider, then drizzle caramel over it. It is totally yum. So yesterday I went with MK after lunch at La Bonne Soupe (could not believe I had work this week). The girl making the drinks was new. When she handed me my drink, she said:
"One caramel apple SPIDER!"
The guy working with her behind the bar corrected her. "It's called CIDER."
"Spider. That's what I said."
"No, cider. C-I-D-E-R."
"I ain't never heard of that before."
"You never heard of apple cider?"
"Nope. And you know, I'm still shocked that you can actually MAKE foam. I didn't know where that came from before!"
MK had to look away so as not to burst out laughing in the barista's face. I guess the pickings were low when they hired that one, huh?
In other news, I went to Greenpoint Brooklyn for the first time ever yesterday. J and I met with wedding photographers there. It is such an odd place--it's like being in another country. A Polish country. I didn't see one non-white person there. The bakeries are amazing. Almost every block smells like freshly-baking pastries and bread. We bought a chocolate babka for J's aunt's party (later that night), and the bakery had every type of bread imaginable baked right on the premises. They even had crescent shaped bagels! Sadly, I am still doing the gluten-free (or less strictly, wheat-free) for my headaches and being near and inside bakeries is just torture.
Oh, and I joined the gym again. Not to get in shape as much as just wanting to get those feel-good endorphins going. For someone who used to go every day to the gym it has been so freeing to take a six month break. But I'm ready for sweating again. The Crunch gym that I joined has spin classes, hip hop, and yoga. Basically those are all the activities I like to do, all in one place. And it is actually clean! I can't believe I put up with the cruddy NYSC all those years.
While I was getting the grand tour of the place, the gym representative (wearing stiletto knee-high boots, a low-cut shirt, and spandex) suddenly pulled me behind a pillar and motioned for me to keep my voice low.
"Shhhh! Don't look! That guy over there has been stalking me!"
She pointed to the entrance of the gym, to a slim unassuming-looking nebishy guy. "Ugh. I can't STAND needy trannies."
"???"
"C'mon, let's make a run for that wall over there!"
So apparently I'll be sharing my gym time with needy trannies. I am determined not to make any friends at this gym. Just in case.
Oh, she also asked me how old I was. When I told her I was twenty-seven, she responded:
"So you're no spring chicken. I can say that, because I'm thirty-two."
Way to make me feel good, Lady!
Posted by lexzog at December 29, 2007 07:15 PM
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