revafisheye

Shhh...

Sipping and quietly talking (me with Cindee's toes)

In the aftermath of G-night, Cindee and I ventured to Half King for brunch. Our waitress was hot (Mowhawk, tatoos, black eyeliner) and, Hosannah!, the place was dark and quiet. We didn't spot Sebastian Junger, but the food was good and the Bloody Mary was spicy.

Revived, we walked along 23rd Street in search of perfume for Cindee (with success) and new undies for me (not so much). We passed a new bakery between 7th and 8th that the world's improvisors should embrace:

Big booty, big booty, big booty. Uh huh!

posted by revafisheye @ 7:30 PM