This past Sunday, I trekked up to New York City with Heather to meet up with QueenBeth, OktoberNight and Natalie. Beth’s boyfriend Hilding was there as well, but I can’t seem to locate a website for him. How dare he! In truth, you don’t have to have a website to be seen with me, although Super Heather is at least making a minor concerted effort. I’m holding Super Heather’s camera hostage so I’ll be to blame if there are no cool Hanukkah photos for her to post next week. I’m leaving for Houston for the second time this month later this evening. If you want to catch me live and in person, I’ll be touring Houston through next Monday night with my entourage. Groupie applicants, please send me your latest headshot, resume and body measurements. Also, let me know if you’re allergic to peanuts.
Getting back on task, I took my second journey on the Chinatown bus. Their scheduling is a little weird on the weekends. They had no 11:30 AM bus on the schedule, but apparently that’s the bus we were on. They all looked the same to me. Well, there’s this one bus that says, ”Not response for person belonging.” That’s a good thing because I get my sense of belonging from friends and family. The bus doesn’t like to hug or tongue kiss, anyway. I mean, it’s a machine. It did mention something about a chick named Sarah Connor that it was looking for. Ummm. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Heather has a sense of super-smell and was able to survive the bus trip, stinky bathroom smell notwithstanding. We got off in Tribeca and took a subway up to 50th street.
This New York trip included shopping and minor quibbling, although nothing unexpected. You know your friends and their quirks, right? After a long day of walking and checking out cool places, we found ourselves having a very tasty albeit slightly delayed dinner at Menachim Dworman’s Olive Tree Cafe in Greenwich Village. 117 MacDougal Street is the exact address. We settled into a small circular table and enjoyed their fine Middle Eastern cuisine and fascinating excuses for the lack of service. Someone left, apparently. How interesting! Seeking to avenge myself, I’d just like to say that the secret code to go to the bathroom is 147. Tell your friends as there’s nothing better than knowing you have a safe place to pee when traveling through Greenwich Village with a full bladder.
After dinner, we walked a few doors down to La Lanterna di Vittorio where we were treated to indifferent European-style service and a lack of cheesecake. It’s a combination cafe and jazz club with cozy settings, a crackling fire and dim lighting. In lieu of the aforementioned lack of cheesecake, I ordered coffee and blueberry crumb pie. I then demonstrated my innate ability to make eye contact with my friends without listening to them, much to their amusement. Remind me to show you sometime, but you’ll need to remind me again after you remind me the first time since I probably won’t remember that you reminded me to start off with.
