I met up with Nikki to have some girl time. She’s been going through stuff, and I needed to escape reality for a bit. I think we both needed this, badly. I bumped into an invite to Open House in Houston Street, and convinced Nik to meet me there. She was starving so we stopped by a dinner, where apparently her and the crew usually go to after a long night of dancing and drinking. She ordered the “disco fries” which were smothered in gravy, pretty good too might I add. Even though I wasn’t hungry, she convinced me to get something on the menu, and whenever I don’t know what to order, I always go with moralizer st
Open House was having an event , “You Had To Be There”. The objective was to keep cell phones and cameras in your pocket and just enjoy yourself within the environment. I thought that was some good incentive, but that didn’t stop others from clicking away anyway. There was a girl who was sitting next to me, or I guess I should really say on top of me. She insisted on sitting behind the actual seats, and in Indian style while at it. Her knee kept hitting me in the head, and I wasn’t too happy about
I’ve been on a quest of “Decide to Be Kind”. Which point blank means, whenever you find yourself in a situation you don;t want to be in, or whenever you want to say something nasty to someone, you just say decide to be kind instead. It’s been helping me stay more at ease with myself. It’s not always easy, but I think I’ve been doing pretty good. I asked her if she could just be careful with her knee, and after the third time she bumped into me. I felt myself just counting down and didn’t say anything at all…surprisingly. She kinda got the hint and just stepped down. Thank goodness. If I wasn’t on this Be Kind kick, I probably would have cursed her out. So hostile, I know.
After our drink, because that’s all we needed after being in there, it was undeniable that we needed something else than liquor to give us a boost of happiness. I took her to Il Labatorio del Gelato, probably my favorite gelato spot, at least for now.
Some time ago, I was on a date, and my fellow man friend, who is a big food enthusiast introduced me, and I fell in love. With the gelato, not him! We grabbed some samples, not that it mattered much for me, because I always endup gettiing the same flavor, mascarpone. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, but that that’s a cheese.. Trust me when I say, delicious!