I don’t even know what to say about this weekend. It was a lot of fun. Despite the fact that since Thursday, I’ve had a migraine, on and off. But I am a trooper, a glutton for punishment and trying so hard to hold on to my fleeting youth, that I went out and did my thing.
Friday night, I napped when I got home (because of the aforementioned headache), woke up about 9:15 pm and debated heading over to Gilly’s. Which I eventually ended up doing. Next door to Gilly’s there is a Russian restaurant, and the owner, an older gentleman, is often sitting outside by the outdoor grill, greeting passers-by. If you ask him how he is, he will reply something like “Ornery and miserable as usual,” with a smile on his face. On Friday, he said, “Come here and try this! It’s our new recipe.” I tried a bit, and it was delicious. I asked him what it was, you know, for future reference, and he said, “Beef.” “Um, beef?” I replied. Then he expanded and said it was beef sleshka (completely not the correct spelling, I’m sure, but that’s what it SOUNDED like).
So yeah, an old man offered me HIS MEAT when I was walking to the bar.
It was a typical fun night at karaoke, and my friend Sonya showed me a funny website: Look At This Fucking Hipster. And in an interesting twist, Sonya told me she had a present for me. She ran out to her car, and re-entered the bar with THESE:
I wore them all night. They are fabulous and hysterical and cheesy and really, really WRONG. And Sonya, being as awesome as she is, knew that I would think that they were so horrifically awesome, that she purchased them for me. Because I am not above being ridiculous, and Sonya is not above being an enabler in that endeavor.
The best part was when a group of hipsters in the bar actually COMPLIMENTED ME on the gloves! “Those are so cute! They are fabulous! Where did you get them?”
I told them that they were a present from a friend. I didn’t mention that said friend is the karaoke hostess and that she got the gloves as somewhat of a dig at people like THEM.
I could continue on with my stories about the rest of my weekend, but Eric just got home from rehersal with his sketch comedy troupe, and I’ve been watching the Food Network and Travel Channel on and off all afternoon, and now either want bar food, steak or crab.