Food Bar

Taurean, Dino, and I went to Food Bar in Chelsea for our weekly Thursday night dinner. Taurean decided he needed to do some shopping at Bang Bang afterwards, so we escorted him to the store--mostly to protect him from getting stolen. He's rather paranoid that the pretty gay boys want him--Dino and I are less convinced but we humor him.
The food at Food Bar was average, the Ambercrombie model-esque waiter completely flaked on Dino's order: sea bass. I guess you should know better than to order fish in Chelsea. My Zentini (green tea liquer and vodka) was strong, Taurean's twist on it involved gin, sprite, and sugar in a highball glass--much better bet.

As Taurean and I wove our way to the 2/3 a soothsayer pronounced "You have a face for a commercial. Next week is the week." We promptly popped into a corner store whence Taurean bought lotto tickets, I should have but didn't. It's not luck that I need--it's love. Though I suppose luck in love would be helpful.