Before you walk out my life…
Grrr…I posted last night, but it didn’t get added to the blog! I was so out of it, thanks to a hazy Wonderbread/fake bologna binge, that I hardly remember what I wrote about.
Thanks to your prayers (CHRISTY!), I didn’t miss the boat to the beach yesterday! It was close, though. My German friend didn’t meet me by das Subway like he was supposed to. After waiting for fifteen minutes, I booked it to the river and got in the ticket line. It was almost my turn to buy tickets when I felt a tap on my shoulder. No, it wasn’t the hot, tall Lacoste guy behind me in line, it was the German, huffing and puffing.
There was some ticket drama as two women mistakenly in the ticket holder line tried to cut me when I was up in the ticket buyer line. Mr. Lacoste forsaw their scheme and slammed his long body against the counter, barricading them from the window, but not before the one lady threw sixty bucks to the cashier. Lacoste threw her money back at her and barked that I was next and he was after. The lady seriously wailed like she was in labor! I laughed, bought my tickets, and skipped onto the ferry (pronounced FAIRY not FURRY like they say in Brooklyn).
The beach was very relaxing, and the water was not too cold! I do feel a little gross swimming in water where you can see lots of boats nearby.
Don’t it always seem to go that whenever you don’t feel like leaving the house on a Saturday night, you get lots of invitations to do fun things whereas on nights when the last place you want to be is home, no one’s around and there ain’t shit to do!
I woke up craving chocolate chip pancakes, but my roommate talked me into making brownie hot fudge sundaes. She figured out how to make vegan hot fudge just off the top of her head (melt dark chocolate with some soy milk)! It was the best hot fudge EVER. To think, the best hot fudge wasn’t in some hip, veg restaurant in the East Village or San Francisco. It’s been waiting to be made in Heather’s crusty saucepan on my very own, mouse-dropping-littered stovetop.
We watched "Drop Dead Gorgeous" while we ate. After I update my Friendster profile, this will become my new favorite movie ("She’s skinny, not deaf, Amber!)! I fucking love Kirstie Alley! I started reading her book this week, and I’m sad to report that while satisfying it’s didn’t live up to my high expectations.
Tonight is the monthly gay vegetarian potluck (www.vegoutnyc.org)! I think I’m going to bring my favorite side dish: Potato Salad a la Charlie! It’s vegan mayo and hot sauce folded into crushed Ruffles. Try it at home, but don’t be stingy with the mayo (vegenaise works best).
Before I go, you’ll be happy to know that I didn’t burn at all yesterday! I’m beautifully bronze and ready to renew my commitment to maintaining a gorgeous tan. I’ll never leave the house pasty again!
