End of Feb

February 27, 2010
Aaron texts me that him and CNF are coming back next weekend for their grandparents. We’re going to do a classy lunch at Jean Georges or Eleven Madison Park. He asks about a dress code. I say that it’s a bit serious. Not suit and tie, but bizz cas. He asks if “tigger” is allowed. I don’t get the joke until I finally get reminded of the time that we went out for Scott’s birthday in the city. Jeremiah was wearing an orange Tigger shirt. Yes, the character from Winnie the Pooh.
Atron shows me a picture that is classic. The white shorts are enough to get me smiling. Rolled up socks. It doesn’t stop. It’s also weird with him, CNF, and Bolanos in the background dressed up.
Sorry, I don’t mean to be a hater. I hope it’s just a harmless laugh I’m trying to have. And hey, I’ve never seen that shirt again. Good job!
Before going out, I put my computer in front of my exercise bike. I go on for 1 hour even though it’s hard to get your heartbeat in the “zone” doing that. Running is better, but it’s cooold. We make dinner plans to go to Little Pepper in Flushing. Read my review on dweez.yelp.com.
After that, it’s before 8:00 and we decide to go to Astoria. It’s a night to get drunk, so I buy a bottle of whiskey. Miah has some. Hasan has to drive. I have half Diet Dr Pepper and half whiskey while we’re at the hookah bar. Boy is that a stiff drink. I get a good buzz going while sketchy drinking at that place. The hookah is a great combo with that drunk buzz I got going.
At 10-11:00, we move onto Beer Garden. I immediately run into a order shots of Becherovka. If you’ve never had this Czech liquor, get some immediately. It’s cinnamon and gingerbread or a “Christmas” shot. Derrricious.
Then onto a Czech pilsner, Staropramen. Hasan and I go out for a cigarette and a girl goes out asking for a night. For some reason, I get the random compliment that I look like a “little model.” I’ll take that as a compliment. What am I going to do that I’m short other than look amazing?
I end up getting her cute friends Rachel and Stefanie. We hang out for a bit. I end up playing the “what’s different between these two images” game, which is annoying because I suck at it. I pick up a number, but they’re from Jersey drinking away that two of them broke up with their b/fs. They end up leaving. We leave soon after. They get cart, but I avoid because I’m on a diet. There’s a dumb bet where Hasan thinks there are zero restaurants in the city with three Michelin stars. He loses $30. Nice job.