...I'm drunk off my ass, and I can bare.....ly see! Hello amigos! Tonight is the debate...I think Donald will take the high ground and bury Hillary...that sexist, misandronist bitch...that will teach her for grabbing crotch...that bitch never grabbed my crotch...what's wrong with my crotch?...I've got a good crotch...ask Cassandra...she sez I've got...wait...ok, don't ask her...........ask me....I've got a ....ok, don't ask me either....how 'bout those Blue Jays? WHAT?...it was Donald that grabbed crotch? Hmmm...so today was my birthday...ok, just one more beer...yep, have one on me...well, don't have one ON me........don't be stupid, figure it out. I am currently orbiting the Negro Modelo solar system, or NYC...you choose. Did you know Times Square isn't square...I've mentioned that before, but nobody said anything...well, I guess that's why I'm a legend...............
So we went out for brunch/lunch/reason to drink 18 y/o Highland Park scotch, at MOMA (if you don't know what that is, you shouldn't be reading this)...
I got as running start at the first glass of Highland Park...then came these little loaves of bread...they were really good, but you shouldn't dip the bread in the scotch...just sayin'....
Yogurt butter....WTF is yogurt butter? Anyway, then we had this...some kind of beet thing with fried cheese...started with a "P" but nobody has ever heard of it...
...and Cassandra had pizza, but they called it something else...some tarte or something...
I've lost track...I had this at some point...it may have been at this meal...
I know I ate this, and it was really good...meat and bread I think...yum...what the hell is that? So then I had scallops in orangey/yellow stuff...
Cassandra had a donut...I think...
She was busy doing graffiti in a little book...
This woman was sitting close to us...in nice light...
When she wasn't drawing, she was eating...
...me too...
That was my birthday dessert...dessert heroin...I wanted to mainline it right into my left arm!!!
The paparazzi got top be too much at this point, so we moved into an area between the restaurant and MOMA...saw this goat/sex toy for my buddy Jurassic...
Jurassic makes Trump look good
So that's about it for today...I'm too drunk to walk...let's all sing...Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...............................................................
Happy Birthday, dough-boy! With all that stuff you ate...whatever it was...and all the booze, you should be rounder than me! Of course, as 'booze' is your equivalent to 'water', it must just charge through your system so fast it can't hold on to any fat cells. So, after the 17th scotch did they haul the old LD out of the restaurant? ...or chase raccoon-boy out with a broom? Anyway, if you happen to see Doug - this odd guy that disappears when the LD shows up - wish HIM a happy birfday from the Victoria crowd.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday--glad to see that you are enjoying the city. Probably best to get drunk while watching the debate. That's my plan here in Seattle!
ReplyDeleteLooks yummy...wish I could roam freely through the restaurants and museums of New York. Have a birthday drink for me! And have fun!!
ReplyDeleteBetter late than never I suppose...
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday Douglas: seems you did good on the day!