Category Archives: thirsty thursday

Thirsty Thursday: Surprise Mystery Boyfriend! You got a party!

Posted on by
Reply

So, my sweetheart had a birthday.  It wasn’t a very “big” birthday, but I figured, “Why not go big for the little ones too?”  So, I decided to throw him one hell of a surprise party.

The planning was giving me ulcers for a month.  My dude just kept changing his mind about that weekend.  Two weeks before the party he decided he was going to go to Philly to visit his brother.  I felt like I was moving the moon and the stars to not get him on that bus, but also to not have him know I was moving anything to get him anywhere.  It was so hard to not tell him anything!

Well, all is well that ends well, because, let me tell you, he was SURPRISED.   We went to Pies’n'Thighs for dinner and as we were rolling ourselves to the Bedford L (because, let’s be honest, you have to roll everywhere after you eat there), I pretended to get a text from a friend just happened to be at this beer hall in Williamsburg.  I convinced him that we should stop by.  It was at this point the phrase, “I don’t know if I could even drink a beer” came out of his lips.  I started to get worried!  He was going to be such a Debbie Downer at his own party!  I almost threw up.

Obviously, he wasn’t, a Debbie Downer that is.  He was awesome.  Also, his brothers came into town and that was really the icing on the cake.  Seeing all that broseph loving was incredible.  Acutally, just seeing all those people there to celebrate this dude who I also happen to love was really incredible.

Thirsty Thursday: One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor

Posted on by
1

I spent all of yesterday fasting for my sins.  Come sundown, I was ready to eat a horse, but instead I opted for your typical break fast fare: bagels, lox, egg salad, creamed herring, kugel.  Look, I can’t help being the WASPiest Jew that had ever breathed apart from Charlotte York-Goldenblatt, but this doesn’t mean I was hoping for something bland like a grilled cheese.  Nope, what I would have killed someone for at about 4:30 PM yesterday was a burrito.

Yep, I can’t help myself, I just love burritos.  I pride myself on being a connoisseur of sorts.  Which brings me to my very favorite place in the entire island of Manhattan (said with little to no exaggeration) Tortilla Flats.  It’s kind of a dump, but it’s a dump in the best way a place can be a dump.  Beyond all the usual things that make dumpy Mexican places awesome, Tortilla Flats has Bingo night on Mondays.  If you are sitting at the bar and someone else who is sitting at the bar wins then you get free tequila shots, and by you, I mean the entire bar.  Once, when I was there I won Bingo.  I then became everyone’s best friend.  And, then on top of that, I also won a free t-shirt.  I have proceeded to sleep in that t-shirt every night since.

(See the above shot of my winnings, minus the t-shirt which I was already wearing.)

BUT, actually, the very best part about Tortilla Flats is that when you sit down at the bar, the bar tender gives you these photocopied pages of things like the Virgin Mary and Cheech and Chong.  Next he puts down a container of water colors, glitter, and glue, and then you drunk create.  Drunk creating is pretty much my favorite thing in the world, well, besides burritos and Bea.

Once, when Molly and I went and we made the above two creations.  Molly’s is on the left, and mine is on the right.  I had obviously had a lot more to drink that this point.

Then, inexplicably, I created this.  I named him Vincent.  I refused to give him to the bar tender calling it “My greatest work to date.”  I then gave it to a homeless man on the way home.  It’s hard to say if he is still appreciating it as I have not seen him since.

 

PS.  Seeing as my technical knowledge is approximately zero, I have no idea why Vincent looks so small.  Please trust, however, that you should be impressed.






Thirsty Thursday: Double the IPA, Double the fun. Good times at BK Bowl.

Posted on by
Reply

Tuesday night was my roommates 23rd birthday and we decided to celebrate. Girlfriend doesn’t do anything half-assed. We L trained it over to Williamsburg to Brooklyn Bowl for a little fun. We grabbed a lane, and I am only going to say this once: unlimited drinks. Game over. Work was a little rough Wednesday morning to say the least.

If you haven’t been to Brooklyn Bowl, you should, because it is too much fun. Swanky (leather couches), cool (at least you think you are when you are there), good music (live bands), better fried chicken (Blue Ribbon, people), and BROOKLYN BLAST – It is a double IPA. Yes.  I always think my bowling gets better after a couple, but in reality, it’s more of a bell curve type of improvement (confidence turns to over-confidence/less motivation). The night ended like it should. Me laughing at my roommate taking a PICKLEBACK shot, stuffing into a cab, and heading to the deli around the corner for a sandwich. The guys totally love us there. I am pretty sure they know our names.

Happy Thursday to all.

 






Thirsty Thursday: Drunk Dressing. Back to back party dress repeating.

Posted on by
Reply

I am the type of gal who crushes easy – in life, but mostly in clothes. When I first buy something new, I literally wear it everyday. I can’t take it off. I spend all of my time with my new purchase and neglect all other pieces in my closet. I just fall in lust so easily. I will wear it until I find something cooler and more attractive to move on with – I am a clothing slut, I suppose.

So, this past Saturday my roommate and I threw a Belated Housewarming/Belated National Tequila Day celebration. We spent most of the day literally running around the city to prepare. We also bought so much tequila (and the fixins) that the liquor store dudes asked to be invited. We were nervous. Nervous because we had to CAB back to the apartment with the CASES of margarita ingredients that were actually impossible for us to carry home. We were nervous that no one would show up after all the effort. But we worried for no reason because at one point we actually had 28 people in our tiny ass little place. It was basically a dorm party, and it was amazing. Hadley even made an appearance. She galloped down the hallway into our place. GALLOPED. This is the professional party pic I took. I do Bar Mitzvahs and corporate events if you are interested. 

We were so busy in getting ready for this party that when we went to decide what to wear we freaked out. We wanted new party digs. We had just spent a month’s rent on alcohol so obviously the only option was Forever 21. We both scored. This is what we bought. Mine was $16. Do we look cheap? No. Are we? Maybe a little. I love her (the dress, and my roommate, I guess). She is the perfect little summer dress that not only allows you to stay cool in your un-air conditioned portion of the apartment, but also enables the hardcore consumption of guacamole in mass quantities. Perfecto. I love her so much that I WORE IT AGAIN on Monday. I wore it to work and to the after work party where I taught my coworkers what flip cup was. How these people made it this far in life without playing flip cup is beyond me. It is the king of all drinking games. Here is a picture of me at the party. I am emerging from an egg. Keep in mind that this is post flip cup…which was played with wine.Basically it is my new hot and heavy. I would totally be wearing it right now if it weren’t for the guacamole stain in the chest area. $16 of heaven right there. Moral of my story, if you love it, who cares if you wear it 4 times in one week. You bought it didn’t you? Don’t be afraid to repeat. Especially party dresses.

As a bonus, I leave you with a couple new preggo pictures. YES it is the return of the faux baby bump and YES I am wearing the dress (and YES this is a little twisted). My work has it’s perks (like fun props, aka body part add-ons) and the office likes to peer pressure me into things. Enjoy yourself and drink up all, it’s Thirsty Thursday! The weekend is just around the corner. 

 






Thirsty Thursday: Unlimited what? Dear God.

Posted on by
2

As I mentioned on Monday, this past weekend was a little over the top. My best friend from high school came to town and suddenly acting like a Freshman became super cool again. She has been to NY before and had mentioned a place called Ashiya Sushi in Tribeca that gives you unlimited sushi and sake bombs for 2 hours at a flat price. Bingo. I looked it up on Yelp and saw this review (take a moment to read Matt S’s review before you continue this post). It worried me. 

To begin the play by play, my roommate and I took the subway downtown to meet the crew, and while boarding our train we couldn’t help but notice the GIANT group of d-bags next to us. It was a gaggle of about 13 bros all dressed up in their finest of button downs and dark jeans ready to get their drink on before scoping the clubs for some ladies. I immediately turned to the roommate and said, ‘Oh man, those assholes are SO going to the same place we are.’ I was correct. It is that kind of establishment.

When you arrive at Ashiya you are immediately seated at long tables and a plastic cup and sake glass are slammed in front of you. Pitchers and sake viles follow suit and your watiress screams at you if you even so much as make a hint that you would like a glass of water. If you can hear yourself over the slow claps, screaming, and drinking chants that echoe through this crap hole of a restuarant, you can organize your group enough to begin sake bombing. At one point I saw a kid get up, run to the bathroom, throw up the pitcher of beer he drank, and return to his seat for second attempt. If you don’t laugh yourself silly at this place, you suck. It was seriously hilarious! I mean, it was a frat house for immature 20 somethings. It smelled, tasted, sounded like and looked like a frat house.

We somehow managed to make it through 2 hours of nonstop bombing and were then fortunate enough to be personally escorted out by the wait staff (everyone in the restaurant gets this privelege). It should also be noted, that if you even so much as take 20 seconds to look at your text messages within a 20 yard radius of this place, you will be screamed at by your lovely waitress. Get your sorry sake butt away immediately.  Loiterers are not welcome. 

We then cabbed over to the Canal Room to see an 80′s cover band. We danced our behinds off. To say this place was crowded was an understatement. My friend (who is 5 feet on a good day) mentioned the discomfort of having to breath in everyone else’s used air. This is a problem tall people do not generally experience. I also remember at one point being a little concerned we were a few of the only people there who were actually born in the 80′s, everyone was way older or way younger, but it’s all cool. Couldn’t bring me down. Nothing like a little spandex and Journey hits to top off your Saturday night. My cheeks still hurt from smiling so much. This is what the stage looked like. 

To conclude, I am going to go back Matt S’s disturbing Yelp review. He was correct. We did ‘fall on the way home’ and we did ‘eat a shit load of sushi while chugging beer.’ We also lost an iPhone, got a reason to go to the dry cleaners (beer on silk is no bueno), and we were blessed with some serious hangovers. Sad to say though, Matt S, to my knowledge, none of us blacked out or peed in the subway (but I can only vouch for my table). TO BEING A FRESHMAN AGAIN! Cheers.