By now, it’s about dinner time, so we set out for Lombardi’s Pizzeria Napoletana, where A+ puts our name down and proceeds to order me a vodka water with lime, and made it a double (I know, he might be a keeper). We sit there, all fashionable in this hip crowded NYC pizza parlor in God-Knows-NYC-Where (another one of those “I’m not sure where we are, because he’s already done the homework” events). I just remember sitting on my barstool, laughing, and being really happy while we wait for our table. And with that table came another vodka/water double. A+ hit another home run with picking out that place. He does his homework. We eat and drink. We finish the entire pizza and I joke we could be an alka seltzer commercial.
Afterwards I’m dying to see what in the hell that “From Rice to Riches” could possibly mean. We go in and sample several… Rice. Puddings. Seriously, its a rice pudding bar. Get out of town. “From Rice to Riches” sounds like it should be owned by Brangelina and would be selling vials of rice to feed needy orphans while they’re waiting to be adopted.
Laughing at rice.
Blur.
Walk into Pinkberry and enter the exit part. Oops. Exit immediately.
Mexican restaraunt around the corner.
Margarita Swirl.
Blur.
Dissaproval of drink.
Leave bar.
We get this idea that we’re near Chinatown and start heading towards an interesting looking crowd. And when there’s police barracades, music, etc. – there’s definitely a party. So we go check it out.
Guess what we freaking found! Little Italy on Mulberry street! Even the barracades were painted Red, White, and Green. It was like that scene in Lady and the Tramp. There were the Italian type everywhere. Imagine that. I’m trying to recall more…
Pizza/Italian restaraunts all out hustling everyone who walked by. You’d think they had fake Prada in the back!
I mostly remember that A+ walked around and asked for a specific wine until he found a place deemed worthy of our presence, or maybe he just saw the only Zagat rated place there. Anyway, we got a cute little table outside, he ordered a bottle of wine and tiramisu. Needless to say, I got pretty drunk by the end of the night after two double vodkas, a swirl margarita, and half a bottle of wine. We somehow made it back to the hotel by means of subway. The very, very, very crowded subways full of every person until 35 looking to go out that night.
Oh.
PEOPLE AND VISITORS OF NEW YORK. PARTICULARLY YOU ON THE SUBWAY.
LEGGINGS AND PANTYHOSE ARE NOT PANTS.
THANKS.
