WEEKEND RECAP:
Friday: I decided what I consider to be the best slice of pizza in New York: Pizza Gruppo. They have table service, so on Friday night, Lauren, Susan, and I sat and enjoyed three pizzas. I ordered one with anchovies and pepperoni, but it had asparagus instead when it arrived. The waiter corrected the matter, but I got to eat both pies. The nice thing about liking anchovies is that often you do not have to share. C’mon, people, free your mind!
After dinner, we met Mike, Ben, Holly, and Alex at Leon where we met an older man who claimed to be the producer of Broadway shows like Cabaret and other shows that I can’t remember, because I hate Broadway shows. Interesting guy, though. He joined us at the Tile Bar for more martini’s and drunken embellishments.
Saturday: during the day, I braved Century 21, the department store, not the yellow clad realtor. Even when the place is shoulder to shoulder packed like it was that day, it’s a great spot to buy a shirt and tie.
Saturday night, Tyler, Erica, Erica’s sister Colleen (pictured above), and I went to a Christmas party in a very nice Brooklyn Heights apartment. They had good snacks, wassel, and lots of drinks. The folks were well-dressed and adult, so we were juvenile. No one minded. I love Christmas parties.
Sunday: Steelers vs. Jets in Snow Bowl 2003. Description tomorrow,
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I’m halfway through Grapes of Wrath and have begun to affect a depression era Oklahoman accent. That should piss of my brothers over the holidays. “Dan, I done near git you a large, if’n I could remember what size ‘Nana ‘Public sweater you’d fancied.”
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SOTD: Feral Children