So, I had the pleasure of going to my friend’s bar/restaurant during my birthday weekend and I think I speak for everyone when I say I’m glad I went!
This place is really beautifully designed as you can see from the picture above. It has very cool lighting and this especially looks nice in the evening hours and really makes this place pop in the middle of its location on 9th Avenue. The restaurant in the back is really nice as well. The design is contemporary, but simple and not too overcrowded.
The drinks range from 5 dollars (for their bottled beers, including Sapporo, my favorite!) to 12 dollars for a couple of the cocktails.
I tried about 2 of the cocktails personally and had sips of 3 of them, including the Jasper, a creamy cocktail with Godiva White, Godiva Dark, chocolate syrup, and Absolut Vanilla. I usually don’t like creamy drinks like this, but it wasn’t bad. They also had their own take on the Long Island Iced Tea called a Tigers-eye. Instead of the usual Coke and sweet and sour mix, they replace it with Thai iced tea. It has an interesting taste, but I wasn’t that fond of it.
My favorite was the Amethyst, which consisted of two types of my favorite tequila: PATRÓN! Patrón Silver and Patrón Citronage, to be exact. To round it out, it also has chambord and pomegranate juice. I had about two of these.
What I liked most about this place is how chill and relaxed it was. Though it was a Sunday that we went, I took in the atmosphere and enjoyed it as we had just finished spending a day walking through the city in search of awesome food.
Since a couple of my friends had missed out on the bulk of the food crawl that day, we actually decided to sit down in the back and the service was impeccable. As one of my friends is allergic to nuts (and Thai food is pretty popular for using a lot of nuts in their foods), it was relieving that the front of the menu posted that you can tell your server about food allergies and they will be happy to point you to items that don’t contain them. Our server had wonderful knowledge of the menu and was able to help my friend out with her food choices and even when she picked a little on my calamari.
So, I must say that while it took a while for me to get to this place, I am so happy I decided to go. The food is awesome. The drinks are awesome. The staff is friendly and accessible. I don’t have anything ill to say about this place whatsoever. Therefore, it is definitely a must-go!
Maybe you’ve heard this term before, but I feel like no one started using it until I did.
For those of you who smoke marijuana, you know when you get high, you suddenly feel the need to eat everything in your house or to go and get some White Castle or what not? You guys know this term to be “munchies.”
This type of thing also happens when you’re drunk.
Drunk + munchies = drunchies.
So, basically, drunchies are when you crave food while under the influence of alcohol.
If you’re a New Yorker, you probably end up hitting 53rd Street and 6th Avenue for The Halal Guys halal food cart. If you’re in Philly, you probably end up going to David’s Mai Lai Wah on 10th Street and Race Street, because I swear both of these places bring in the drunk people.
Me? I’d prefer going to McDonald’s by Whitehall (Street Ferry) Terminal because it’s usually empty that late.
I’ve been off from work for a week, so it’s going to be weird to be back after all this time tomorrow.
However, I did go for orientation at the new job and it went rather well. I was introduced in the staff meeting by the store manager and floor manager, though 3 of those people were my husbo and my two other friends who also work at Book Off.
I like that they have these little meetings to talk about things like this. You don’t really get to see this at my Waldbaum’s job, in which you just walk in and start working without missing a beat. It’s rather interesting.
In any case, I’m bored, so feel free to chat me up. I’m actually logged on Skype right now.
tattoosonthesky is the user name (in case you didn’t know already).
Okay, so it’s time for me to go to bed as I have to go to Book-Off for orientation in the morning.
My laundry’s all done too! Therefore, I did get something done besides sit in front of a computer all day, post a whole bunch of entries and reblogs on Tumblr, as well as catch up on my YouTube subscriptions, Desperate Housewives, Don’t Trust The B—— in Apartment 23, Last Man Standing, Family Guy, and The Cleveland Show.
…yeah, I did all of that today. XD
Also, I’m planning to arrange a trip to go to Houston in June to visit @drockmontague. I’ve never been to Houston, so that would be an interesting experience. Also, I feel like we hadn’t gotten to know each other personally since we met at Yaki a couple of years ago, so it’d be nice to hang with him.
The biggest problem I have with following my goals is that I have way too many I want to accomplish. I can’t see myself sticking with one thing or even being one thing.
I’ve always wanted to be a jack-of-all-trades, but ever since I got Tumblr and started following people, I realize that if you spread yourself too thin, you won’t be able to harness your talent in one field that you could specialize in.
I have an interest in these things, but there are certain departments within these interests I’m not good at.
As a photographer, I don’t really have the hang of Photoshop and I still don’t know how to work all of the settings on my camera, but I do think I have an eye for beautiful shots and being able to find good angles for shots.
As a writer, I’m not really good with fictionalizing a fantasy world, but I am better at speaking my mind and relating my own stories of my past through all of my experiences.
As an event planner, it’s hard to properly sync with their availability and I actually get really enraged about it, but people always talk about the things I plan days, weeks, months, or even years later and they not only get to catch up with old friends, but they meet new people.
As a food/bar critic, I don’t exactly have the right words to express what foods I like and what speciality drinks are what should bring people to a place, but I love to explore these places and everytime I try somewhere new, I’m so excited to try anything and everything without hesitation.
Living in a city like New York City, you want to wear all of these different hats and become recognizable as one of them. You also know that there are tons of competitors who are focused on the same thing you’re interested in, but have a better knowledge of it because this is what they’re passionate about. You start to feel disheartened because of it and you toss away your dreams in favor of just being satisfied with something that you don’t need a talent for.
As I’m following two individuals in which one is a photographer and the other a graphic designer, I start to feel quite inadequate about what I’m capable of. I also have to tell myself that it took years of practice, passion, dedication, and drive that got them to where they were.
While I wish I could have found my niche sooner and it comes too late after finishing college, I feel as if thinking about all of this now has made me want to figure out where my passions lie.
I want to wear all of these hats still. However, I know that if there’s one thing I can’t resist is making other people happy with my work. I think this is why I may be a bit more dead set on becoming an event planner. After my birthday events, I think I might be able to do something like this for a living.
However, first comes the knowledge of doing these things. I need to find a good school that’ll cultivate it.
On those days when I’m sitting at home not doing anything, I can hear my mom in the back of my brain, telling me how I should apply for other jobs or look into going back to school. Is that how most people feel about their parents at this age?
They nag you constantly to do something productive when you just want to relax, but they want you to do what THEY want you to do rather than what you want to do. Sometimes, I don’t even think parents LISTEN to what their child is passionate about.
My mom, for example, wants me to work for Verizon or some other company doing customer service phone calls. Yes, it’s a steady job with the same consistent hours, but like with my current job, I don’t want to feel stuck. I don’t want to feel as if this is what I’m going to do the rest of my life. I want to feel like it’s a stepping stone to something better.
The problem with a lot of jobs like this (and even Book-Off, which I go in for orientation tomorrow morning) is that they want someone is going to be constant and will stay for longer than a few months until something better comes along. They don’t want to be seen as a stepping stone to something better. They want you to be as miserable as everyone else.
What the hell is wrong with these people?
I know the economy sucks, but that doesn’t mean that people have to be stuck doing things we don’t feel strongly enough about. I don’t want to look at my job as just money in my pocket. I want to feel a sense of accomplishment. I want to feel a sense of love for what I do. I want to feel like I worked hard to get to this place. Money is great, but at what cost? Happiness?
Thanks, but no thanks.
I want to be happy to go to work every morning. I want to walk in with a strong sense of motivation to get my work done because I love doing it. I want to have a belief in what I’m doing is what I live for.
Why can’t parents just accept that and work with us?
Isn’t it weird when we’re off from work, we’re bored out of our minds and wish we were doing something productive, but when we’re at work, we can only wish we were cuddling up in our beds, vegging out, watching TV or YouTube videos, and eating half our weight in food?
I think we’re all a bit bipolar in some ways because of that.
We want to feel like we’re doing something, but when we are doing something, we wish we had more time to spend doing other things. Why is that? Why can’t we feel productive when we’re at home relaxing too?
I guess we’re really destined to constantly feel that we’re not busy enough when we’re at home and we’re too busy when we’re at work.
+ CK TO RELEASE A NEW SINGLE…AND A NEW ALBUM! Yes, folks. Crystal Kay, just coming off the release of her last single, Delicious na Kinyoubi / Haru Arashi back in March will be releasing a new single on June 6th entitled Forever.
The tracklist is to be announced, but the cover has been released. However, I’d rather have full information for you guys, so just wait until it’s all been confirmed, but the above picture is a promotional picture for the single to give you an idea of what this single is going to look like.
Also announced is a new album called Vivid (anyone reminded of BoA's 27th Japanese single of the same name from 2008?) due for release 3 weeks later on June 27th. The tracklist has also yet to be released.
+ SPEAKING OF BoA… It has come to my attention that BoA has indeed been releasing new material…IN KOREA.
You’d think she was quite busy between the international SM Town tour last year, working on the movie COBU here in the States, and releasing Milestone in Japan to celebrate her 10 year anniversary since her debut in Japan in December. Nonetheless, the hardest working Korean singer in the business released THREE songs in Korea between early 2011 and now.
The first song, released in January 2011, was called My Only One and was only in a soundtrack for a TV show of some sort. The 2nd song, released in the SM Town Christmas album in December 2011 was called Distance. The 3rd song was released just this March.
BoA is acting as a judge for a Korean “American Idol”-esque show and this song is used as the theme song. This song is called One Dream, which features the ever-so-fabulous Key from SHINee and Henry from Super Junior-M, the Chinese sub-unit of Super Junior.
So, the question is…will BoA release a follow-up album to Hurricane Venus in Korea or will there be more surprise singles in Japan? Only time will tell.
For all Who Work With Rude Customers, An award should go to the Virgin Airlines desk attendant in Sydney some months ago for being smart and funny, while making her point, when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo.
A crowded Virgin flight was cancelled after Virgin’s 767s had been withdrawn from service. A single attendant was re-booking a long line of inconvenienced travellers. Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said, ‘I HAVE to be on this flight and it HAS to be FIRST CLASS’.
The attendant replied, ‘I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be happy to try to help you, but I’ve got to help these people first, and I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out.’
The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, ‘DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?’
Without hesitating, the attendant smiled and grabbed her public address microphone: ‘May I have your attention please, may I have your attention please,’ she began - her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal.
‘We have a passenger here at Desk 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Desk 14.’
With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the Virgin attendant, gritted his teeth and said, ‘FUCK YOU!’ Without flinching, she smiled and said,
‘I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to get in line for that too.’
So, BFF #3 wanted to buy some accessories for her outfit since she forgot to bring some, so we ended up leaving my house early (as she was staying with me) and we went off to South Street Seaport since I knew Claire’s would probably be the best place for that.
As we walked into the mall, she notices a shoe kiosk and quickly runs over to look and ends up buying a pair. I forgot about the fact that she’s OBSESSED with shoes. XD
In any case, we get to Claire’s, but we didn’t see anything. We end up going to a couple of other stores until we end up finding something for her at Express (though when she was getting ready to go back to Boston the next day, she decided she was going to take them back).
Considering that I’m hungry as fuck and they opened a Johnny Rockets at South Street Seaport, we end up going there to get some food to go. It took a while before it was done, but when it was, we rushed as fast as we could to Fulton Street Station (which was the closest 4/5 station from South Street Seaport) as we really only had about 15 minutes to get all the way up to Turtle Bay in Midtown (South Street Seaport is in the Financial District downtown). Magically, we got there right around 2 PM, which is when karaoke was due to start.
About 5 or 6 people arrived within the first 15 minutes, but as my friend and I wanted to eat, we chowed down. Out of respect for me, they waited until I was done and let me put in the first song (which I always call my “warm-up song,” as I like to check what songs my voice can handle that day). I was having a good singing day, so I was happy about that.
Everyone poured in within the next hour or so, with a surprise: BFF #2 showed up! She had said she was sick, but since BFF #3 was actually leaving NYC a day earlier than expected, she said she had to make it. It lead to these pictures being taken and my wish coming true: the 5 of us were in the same room together for the first time in 3 years. <3
In any case, I drank QUITE a lot that day, especially since Duet 48 has their 1/2 off drinks happy hour. There were so many people who came and went that day that it was hard to keep track of everyone and being under the influence doesn’t help any at all.
The husbo (being the awesome person that he is) was kind enough to head over to Mother Burger to reserve our table, so when we walked from 2nd Avenue and 48th to 8th Avenue and 49th Street (if you know anything about Manhattan’s street layout, you’d know that this walk + a group of 20 takes some time), we’d have enough time. Mother Burger is SUPER crowded on the weekends, so the wait is usually about 2 hours with a group as big as mine.
When we got there, a few people departed, but a few people were added in, so we ended up evening out. When I inquired the hostesses about our reservation, one of them had said that we needed to be here to get the table and all this other bullshit that just caused me to feel like she was giving me a hard time about it. So, she asked me if I would like to speak to the manager and I got real hoodrattish and said yes. The manager came over and I explained the situation. He was MORE than accomodating, so we waited until the tables were ready. The manager even came over and told us that they were cleaning things up and he gave us a couple of laughs. Definitely an A+ manager right there.
We sat down and I noticed one of my (very few) gay friends was there eating with a really cute guy (who I think he might’ve been on a date with), so I said my hellos and I did get a couple of pictures with him before he departed.
In any case, we enjoyed our dinner thoroughly, but felt a need for a little more adventure. So, we ended up at Japas 38 (after walking back east to Madison Avenue! XD). By that time, however, a few of us (myself included) started to get sleepy, so we spent very little time there before we went our separate ways and headed home.
Day 2 - Saturday, May 5th
For Day 2, it didn’t really start until the evening when we went to Ninja.
BFF #3 left as she said she would sometime in the late afternoon and I relaxed at home for a while before getting ready to head up into Manhattan. I had arrived earlier than anticipated, but so did a few other people. I informed everyone that I had arrived at Ninja and we waited for our group to gather. As Ninja had a max capacity group seating of 10, I had to make sure that only 10 people showed up. I didn’t expect my one friend to show up with his boyfriend or my other friend to show up with a friend of his. Luckily, this tallied up to 10 and I was able to breathe easy (despite how poor my phone reception was in this place).
So, the Ninja experience was interesting, to say the least. I felt like we paid an excessive amount of money for the show moreso than the quality of the food. The food was okay. I wasn’t that satisfied with it.
Everyone agreed that the magician that came in the room towards the end was the best part of the whole dining experience.
Our bill was over 550 dollars, by the way. D:
So, after feeling like we paid way too much, we headed up to the West Village to do the margarita/tequila barhop part of our excursion, while saying goodbye to my one friend who I hadn’t seen in a while and meeting up with 5 MORE people who joined up with us in front of Agave, my first choice stop.
Sadly, Agave was crowded as hell (I assume everyone in NYC had the same idea to go there) and since our group was pretty big, we decided we’d venture to Maracas, which used to have 3-dollar margaritas on Mondays but when they let drag nights happen and started making people buy entrees to get 3-dollar margaritas, I had stopped going. Turns out Maracas closed down recently. As BFF #4 said, “This is what happens when you let drag queens into a bar.”
So, doing a bit of research, we were going to go up east and into the Murray Hill area for another margarita bar. However, walking down 8th Street, I noticed a BBQ and decided we should just go there. They accomodated us pretty easily as we sat, chatted, and drank. I ended up with more drinks than I should have and I couldn’t finish them all. Also, I was pretty much out for the count, especially since I got drinks with extra shots.
After that, a lot of our group decided they wanted to head home (since they live in (North) Jersey), so in the end, I ended up going to Gaysian (Bar) Night™ and…had a few more drinks from the bartenders I’ve come to know so well from going every Saturday night. XD
We had soon split off, but my one friend wanted to meet up with me for a bit (he had been with us at BBQ, but left when we were getting ready to leave), so we met up at Broadway and 50th Street. We both had the drunchies, so we headed over to McDonald’s and got some food. After that, we jumped on the 2 together and I was again, back at Chambers Street. Though he also lives in Staten Island, he stays in Jersey often, so he stayed with me until the 1 arrived (the 2 runs local late at night until Chambers) and I got back to Staten Island at around 6:15.
Another wild night.
Day 3 - Sunday, May 6th
This was the day of the food crawl and since we were planning to meet at Grand Central Terminal at 1, none of us really got that much sleep. The 5 Boro Bike Tour was also happening, so because of that I ended up getting dropped off at 50th and 8th on the express bus (which is the same location we’ve pretty much been at all weekend).
I had about 15 minutes to get from 50th and 8th to 42nd and Park Avenue, but I made it just in time as everyone who was planning to join us on the food tour arrived (which, at the time, was only about 5 people). We walked over to our first stop, Empanada Mama, where the waiter guy there was nothing short of rude as we tried to order our food to go. As this place is INSANELY small, it’s really hard to maneuver around this place without being in someone’s way. Another one of my friends caught up with us here and ordered as well.
As we waited for our food, the asshole waiter guy told us to wait outside in the rudest tone possible. After getting our food, I was so glad to get away from that asshole and we walked over to the N/R train at 49th Street and 7th Avenue to head to our 2nd stop: Joe’s Shanghai in Chinatown!
It was in Chinatown that 2 more of my friends (including my otouto) met up with us while my other friend was trying to meet with us, but was all over the place and had a hard time keeping up. He didn’t catch up with us until our 4th and final stop.
After a 20-minute wait that didn’t seem that long, we sat down, ordered 5 cases of soup dumplings, tore it up, and left. We then walked back to Canal Street Station and took the J to Williamsburg, Brooklyn for our 3rd stop: Pies n’ Thighs! :D
We walked over to Pies n’ Thighs to find we had caught them during their hour closure conversion. BFF #4 suggested heading over to Barcade (which is a place I wanted to go to on the day of my birthday on our BFF-exclusive day), so we walked over there and this place is really nice. I’ll have to review it sometime when I’m actually sitting down to have a drink.
After some time passes (and one of our friends gets kicked out because she’s under 21, but they didn’t notice us come in and didn’t check ID) and a couple of people finish their beer, we head over to Pies n’ Thighs and get our chicken biscuits. Everyone loved theirs and some wished they could have bought two as we walked back to Marcy Avenue Station to take the J to transfer to the F at Delancey Street - Essex Street Station, to then get to 2nd Avenue Station for our final stop: The Big Gay Ice Cream Shop.
This place is the “hard copy” version of The Big Gay Ice Cream Truck and when we got there, this place had a CLUB LINE QUEUE. Seems everyone wanted some. However, this place was worth the short 10 minute wait. I got a cone called the “Bea Arthur,” which was vanilla ice cream with dulce de leche and covered in Nilla wafers. DELICIOUS. <3
My other friend FINALLY caught up with us here and we chilled for a bit before we were going to head to our real final stop, Wafels and Dinges. However, the truck seemed to have changed its plan to be at St. Mark’s Place for the evening and they upgraded their website, so I couldn’t keep up with where it was. We decided to end the food crawl (which everyone loved). I think I’m going to do another food crawl during the summer! :D
A lot of people departed by the time we were going to head to my friend’s bar/restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen (my 5th time there this weekend!) and the ones that arrived late were still hungry, so we ended up getting a table…and I ended up being hungry anyway! XD
A few drinks were had and food was eaten as we winded down from quite the epic birthday weekend. Another friend of mine had joined us and he is usually always drunk (or drunk before I am). For once, I was more drunk than him and he was sober! I have HARDLY seen him sober by the end of a drinking session. I was in amazement. O_O;
…and so, our night (and MARATHON [BLACK]) had ended at around midnight as we all retired to our respective homes and recuperated from drinking so much.
In fact, I felt like vomiting when I woke up Sunday morning and I thought I had gotten food poisoning again from Ninja. Luckily, this was not the case. It was probably my body telling me, “STOP DRINKING, YOU MORON!”
Nonetheless, this was one of the BEST weekends I’ve had in NYC since I moved back and THE BEST BIRTHDAY WEEKEND EVER. It shit all over MARATHON [RED] and definitely trumped last year’s birthday debacle.
To everyone involved, thank you for coming out! :D