So Much For the Diet!
Apr. 12th, 2010 02:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenWell, this weekend started off with a surprise. Two friends of our from DC told us about a dance party in NYC. The party is called 'Trippin' on the Moon' and looks like a LOT of fun. The party started at 10PM and ended (supposedly) at 4AM. We go to Bear Blowoff once a quarter in NYC, which is about the same time frame. Thing was this particular weekend, we had plans for Sunday morning. We did the responsible thing by not going (kicking the ground with our heads bowed...).
BUT, we did invite these guys out for din-din at The Odeon in TriBeCa, where Madonna is reported to have had a fight with some gays years ago, throwing her salad at them. We had great conversation and food for about 2.5 hours. I had a martini, the baby beet salad, river trout (YUM!), and warm donuts for dessert that came with little bowl of maple sauce and a little bowl of raspberry sauce. Excellent!
We left those guys as they walked to pick up their tickets for the party to go home and stopped briefly by Ty's for a nightcap at about 10PM. We stayed for about 30 minutes after running into a couple of buddies in from California for the weekend.
This morning (Sunday), we woke up around 10AM and dashed off to Old Tappan, NJ, to meet up with a friend for brunch. We got in his red-leather-interior Masarati and headed to Irvington, NY, to eat at The Red Hat. Excellent weather for eating outside, so we got a comfy table and started off brunch with coffee and then a Vanilla-Pear martini. I got the house-made gnocchi with wild mushroom sauce for an app, and the pork chop for entree. Both excellent, but I wish I had gotten the tuna tartar that Matt and our friend got - it was superb. We spent the afternoon at our friend's house in Old Tappan and had a lot of fun.
On the way home, our stomachs were growling something fierce. So, I suggested Mama Mexico for Matt and me in Englewood Cliffs, NJ (yes, where Bobby and Whitney used to live). We were hungrier than the food that we ordered; our stomachs could barely handle what we ate. All the corn chips from the salsa to the guacamole made table side, the rice, and the tamale paste... we were about to burst. I could feel the food in the back of my throat.
It was a fun run, but this debauchery MUST END NOW. If I plan to fit into my new bikini for Bear Week, I must start eating salads only, little meat, and no bread, AND begin getting more exercise than lifting a martini glass. Here's to a fresh start tomorrow!
The Mazz:
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curtimack, who I'm sure will understand my interest and love for these old trucks:
BUT, we did invite these guys out for din-din at The Odeon in TriBeCa, where Madonna is reported to have had a fight with some gays years ago, throwing her salad at them. We had great conversation and food for about 2.5 hours. I had a martini, the baby beet salad, river trout (YUM!), and warm donuts for dessert that came with little bowl of maple sauce and a little bowl of raspberry sauce. Excellent!
We left those guys as they walked to pick up their tickets for the party to go home and stopped briefly by Ty's for a nightcap at about 10PM. We stayed for about 30 minutes after running into a couple of buddies in from California for the weekend.
This morning (Sunday), we woke up around 10AM and dashed off to Old Tappan, NJ, to meet up with a friend for brunch. We got in his red-leather-interior Masarati and headed to Irvington, NY, to eat at The Red Hat. Excellent weather for eating outside, so we got a comfy table and started off brunch with coffee and then a Vanilla-Pear martini. I got the house-made gnocchi with wild mushroom sauce for an app, and the pork chop for entree. Both excellent, but I wish I had gotten the tuna tartar that Matt and our friend got - it was superb. We spent the afternoon at our friend's house in Old Tappan and had a lot of fun.
On the way home, our stomachs were growling something fierce. So, I suggested Mama Mexico for Matt and me in Englewood Cliffs, NJ (yes, where Bobby and Whitney used to live). We were hungrier than the food that we ordered; our stomachs could barely handle what we ate. All the corn chips from the salsa to the guacamole made table side, the rice, and the tamale paste... we were about to burst. I could feel the food in the back of my throat.
It was a fun run, but this debauchery MUST END NOW. If I plan to fit into my new bikini for Bear Week, I must start eating salads only, little meat, and no bread, AND begin getting more exercise than lifting a martini glass. Here's to a fresh start tomorrow!
The Mazz:
And this picture is for
curtimack, who I'm sure will understand my interest and love for these old trucks:
