10th
Last night I went to dinner at Matsugen, a Jean George Vongerichten (stop for deep breath OMG) Japanese Soba restaurant in TriBeCa. Honestly, for this fare, I prefer
NobuScores. The soda(slang for coke for all you non New Yorkers) was nothing special, I think they cut it with Percocet. A big no-no. The atmosphere was cold. I guess because the AC was blasting, although it was refreshing to have a conversation without the shouting and sitting on top of the people’s laps next to you (a la Scores). But week old cod vs. week old cod, Scores wins.Pre-dinner, Jules was kind enough to video my head to toe and lead a discussion on my sun burnt, almost non-existent, boobs. That was a tough 10 seconds to be creative for. She also twittered my “masterpieces”, felt really good I admit, and sparked at least 50 more
peoplemenpervs to follow me. Haha. Thanks bunny rabbit ass!
Masterpieces?!? C’mon Jules! If you consider mosquito bites that are being propped up by a six dollar bra masterpieces, then you must also feel like Perez Hilton’s drawing of goo & drool belongs in MoMA. Your ta-ta’s on the other hand are something to behold. Even if they have been man handled by more NYC men then it takes to fill a city bus. Ouch. OMG, I’m sorry. I miss Jakob. Just not as much as you.