January 25, 2006
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Above is a pic from New Year’s Eve with my better half at Tablespoon restaurant. Food was better than average, but the service was killer. Too bad you have to rub elbows with some Polk Street/Pacific Heights snobs. Towards the end of the night, we were flanked by pricks on both sides. Or were they balls? ‘Cause you know, I’m a big dick.I’m not saying I have a big dick. I’m saying I AM a big dick.
When I say rub elbows I mean it literally. The place is tiny and covered in trendy glass tile. That means crowded and loud. The service almost makes up for it, though. Check it out if you want to have a nice night out without spending too much money.
I had a pretty productive day. I’ve finally figured out how to get to job#2 via MUNI. A lot of my friends and co-workers don’t understand my fascination with public transportation. They ask if I like lengthy travel times and sitting next to people that smell like the unmistakable combination of piss, shit, and puke. I usually answer ‘yes’ to both questions, which is an indication as to why I don’t have many friends and co-workers stay away from me.
Comments (6)
saying you have a better half implies you have a half even worth being better than. you’re crazy.
implying there’s another half saying you have a better half even worth being…
uh, lost train of thought. you’re crazy.
Ditto..to what the above say *wink*
Ok..babbling here too, so, off to bed. Night
wait, that’s a picture of a girl. i thought your better half was your right hand.
i think i shouldn’t read about food first thing in the morning.
if you’re in nyc, check out ouest. grab one of the ratpack-ish round banquets…no elbow or any extremity rubbing necessary. (unless you really want to)