Meme, Myself and I

It’s still Halloween in Cobble Hill.

I don’t think I’ve ever spent as estrogen-filled of an evening as we did last night. My wife and I were in our old neighborhood (Park Slope) and went to our favorite sushi bar for dinner. Afterward we walked up 5th Avenue until we came to Polish Nail Spa. My mother-in-law always pronounced it like the country even though it’s owned and operated by a Chinese family. The manicures and pedicures are so cheap that my wife was like “you wanna?” and I was like “sure, what the hell, my dogs are barkin’.” When I realized that the paint job came free with it (first pedi ever so cut me some slack) I picked the most obnoxious color they had. Although afterward I spotted a hunter orange and also felt guilty for not going with my alma mater’s crimson. But I think the metallic blue goes well with my freakish duck feet. We also read trashy magazines and got chair massages.

After the pedicure, we went to The Chocolate Bar and got a flourless chocolate cake with raspberry sauce and freshly whipped cream. Holy shit.

Clearly, women are much better at pampering than men. But your secret is out now and I plan to spread the word far and wide among my fellow Y-chromers.

Guess where we just landed? Guess. Go ahead, guess!

I think my laptop just went belly-up. Fuck.

Hi CaseofWhine. I picked up something for you today. You should try it chilled.

caseofwhine:

Don’t Judge Me Tuesday.

The woman appears to have circus peanuts just laying around the house. And she makes fun of my Almond Joys. Interesting…

He gave in and put on his Gordon train. Hooray for herd mentality!