First of all, let me just say that I am eternally grateful to Simone’s Uncle Kevin for letting me stay with him, free of charge, for 2 months. The man even gives me quarters for my laundry, it’s incredible! So when I was temporarily evicted last night, it was with a happy heart. Uncle Kevin’s friend was passing through, and needed a place to stay, so of course he was offered a roof for the night. But there is only one couch. And apparently he snores loud enough that his next door neighbors need earplugs. (That is a true story, by the way) So I decided to be evicted.
Uncle Kevin and I agreed that it would be for the best if I found another place to stay, just for the one night, so I called my favorite friend Claire, because I have slept on her couch before, and she likes my blog. Of course she was thrilled to have me over, because she was going to an Ethiopian restaurant, and she thought it would be hilarious to watch me eat weird things with my hands, as she knows I hate food. Well, the joke’s on you Claire, cause I love Ethiopian food! Ha!
Not only was I going to dinner with Claire, but also in attendance would be my number one fan JoAnne and her dad. JoAnne was already cool with me because she had previously given me a Coke in another blog, and her dad was cool because I am also a dad, so we could talk about dad things, like how we don’t want to hear our daughters talk about boys, and stuff like that. So I arrived in “The Village” for dinner. Now in case you are confused and think I ended up in a mediocre M. Night Shyamalan movie, “The Village” is a New York code word for a lot of different places. Greenwich Village, the East Village, the West Village, I don’t actually know where it was, but it was scary, because a dog was chasing me.
I got away from the dog (thank goodness it was a on a leash) and managed to get to the restaurant in time to eat lots of yummy food, all served on a giant crepe of some sort. But soon the food was gone and it was time for dessert. Man, I forget the name of the place we went, but it had the best pumpkin pie I’ve ever had! If you ever go to that place, get the pie! You know, the place with the pie…in the village….
Well, sadly my friends C Bear and J Dog had to get up early for work the next day (I guess that’s today) so we all had to go home. I tried to tell them that opera singers stay up until 2 am at least, but they tried to tell me that investment bankers do not, so we hopped on the subway to Queens. You will never believe what we saw when we got off the train! A FOOD TRUCK!
It was even one of the trucks on my list! So I had to stop of course, but no spoilers. You can read all about it in my next food truck blog. we took it back to the apartment, and suffice it to say, it was delicious, and Claire and I stayed up all night giggling, because we are hilarious. Although, I must say, once you get past midnight, everything is hilarious to me. Claire made me promise not to tell you about her super slutty Halloween costume, so I will leave that to your imagination, but let me just say this: Thanks for letting me crash on your couch Claire. 🙂
I’m back at Uncle Kevin’s now, no longer evicted, which is nice, because his couch is longer than Claire’s, but as they say, any couch in a storm. Now I’m off to have more adventures, which I’m sure you will all hear about, as I am running out of things to blog about. And now I need a catchy sign-off phrase. Hmmmm. I don’t know. Stan Lee already took “Excelsior!” so I can’t use that. And that’s the way it is.