This weekend I have a few kosher folks in the house who refused to cook on my gentile grill...here is their "disposable" grill.
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3 comments:
umm, yah. Picky eaters. Complicated.
Down at my beach house, its a free-for-all. Lots of take-out pizza is ordered and fortunately its an excellent resource for the whole town. There's Mexican and etc. People basically chow down like a wolf pack. No standing on ceremony. The shore is about roughing it, dropping convention.
Friday when I arrived, though; I took the unusual step of treating myself to a fancy steak dinner at a sit-down restaurant. Had a salad, onion rings, NY strip, two peroni and a scotch.
Been a rough year. Needed it. I wait all year for my beach weekends away from NYC; but this year its a bit choppy. Extreme dorm-style living, see-- no room to myself, people tramping in and out of my quarters all night long on their way to the bathroom. Beer pong at 4 am. 'Dudes' and 'chicks' galore.
But its what I need--a lively bunch of strangers from my home city. I'm re-united with my herd. Re-engaging my dormant social skills (always stunted in NYC). Back among real people! Sorry New York! You're not where my trust is. . .
It sounds like it's not where your heart is either...sad!
While I accept that New Yorkers are the proverbial tough crowd I must assert as is custom at this juncture that if you can make it here you can make it anywhere...but in order for that to hold you have to WANT to make it here. It appears that you have no such desire which will continue to tarnish the possible affair to remember you could have with New York, New York.
Give up the gripe and enjoy the life. You won't be young forever and you certainly won't live in the city too much longer--
Just a matter of time till you join the baby-makers and the men who support their white picket fences enclosing well manicured lawns on identical streets in a modern Levittown.
Lol! Bite your tongue! I agree I should find ways to better adapt to NYC, and yes it is my inner revulsion which is hindering me. I do enjoy what pleasures I can, believe me.
Manhattan is exciting in its way.
The BBQ joint on Houston & Bedford makes me pant. The FilmForum lets me see all my fave flicks on a big screen. The dive bars on the LES, suit me down-to-the-ground.
But what are you on about, baby-making? Never me! You just don't know who you're talking to. I've been a drifter and roamer all my life, I'd sooner slit my wrists than settle down with a mortgage and a picket fence and a yard to mow and a dead-end marriage + rotten kids. I know my limits, that kind of scene would make me stark raving mad. I'd go on a shooting spree for sure.
I am far too much of a romantic to let that kind of fate happen to me!
--CBF
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