We have a ton of outings to capture in the blog, but we can’t help but write up last week's adventure. (Note from CK: I will update with DT's comments when she gets around to writing them up!) The night featured special guests CM and LM plus the shaman and LP as our male escorts. It was extremely fun but completely fruitless as far as meeting anyone within our potential dating range! We need leads, people!!
Tai Restaurant and Lounge
CK: DT and I have been watching the progress on this place on North Pearl, formerly the skankiest OTB parlor on the planet (possible?) The interior is very cool and features a "dragon lounge" and a "sky box" for VIPs who buy bottles of liquor. It’s very NYC and reminds me a bit of the kinds of places in action movies where the villain hangs out and is taken out – along with his numerous inept henchmen -- by the lone good guy. Anyway, the food was really good and we enjoyed sitting outside and people watching (especially the guy taking off his shirt who accidentally revealed his six-pack).
Sidebar: We were taking inappropriate photos of us with the "street art" when we heard a voice calling out from an SUV stopped at the light on Pearl Street. "What are you doing to that statue?" We turned to see Mayor Jennings laughing and saying "I like it!" Too funny! Later, LM and I entertained the statue of Mayor Whalen but I can’t publish those photos!
Dale Miller Revisited
CK: The shaman assured us that there were people at Dale Miller, along with a steel drum band. Was this place called "Starr’s" years ago? It doesn’t ring a bell but that’s what the all-powerful Internet has told me. We sat out on the patio and laughed a lot, exchanged theories on whether OJ did it, and enjoyed the music and the people-watching (hammer toe). Found out the shaman’s kids’ names, which I believe are cuckooforcocoapuffs and eieio, progeny of he and his wife, sasothesushichef. And it turns out, he isn’t even a shaman -- maybe he's just Michael Jackson's inspiration (sha mon). But he can hang with us and take all of our immature and irreverent behavior so he is o.k. with me. As far as men: nada.
Plastic
CK: For weeks, DT has been attempting to go into Plastic because the men sitting outside are beefy, bald-headed and covered in ink. My understanding was that these are the bouncers and the clientele is young, urban hip hoppers. It was probably 10:30 when we arrived and we were asked for $5 to get in. I said, "I’m not paying $5" and because we probably didn’t look like we’d be there all night, the poor kid said, "o.k." and let us in. It’s a good thing we didn’t pay a dime because the place at this point in the night was completely empty and the d.j. was spinning some Lil Wayne (FREE WEEZY!). I am pretty sure I heard one of the bartenders say "Look how old they are!" DT talked her way up to the VIP lounge, which again looked like a movie set where the infamous drug dealer would be entertaining scantily clad women just when his rivals arrive and pop, pop take him out. No real reason to even comment on the men prospects.
CK: For weeks, DT has been attempting to go into Plastic because the men sitting outside are beefy, bald-headed and covered in ink. My understanding was that these are the bouncers and the clientele is young, urban hip hoppers. It was probably 10:30 when we arrived and we were asked for $5 to get in. I said, "I’m not paying $5" and because we probably didn’t look like we’d be there all night, the poor kid said, "o.k." and let us in. It’s a good thing we didn’t pay a dime because the place at this point in the night was completely empty and the d.j. was spinning some Lil Wayne (FREE WEEZY!). I am pretty sure I heard one of the bartenders say "Look how old they are!" DT talked her way up to the VIP lounge, which again looked like a movie set where the infamous drug dealer would be entertaining scantily clad women just when his rivals arrive and pop, pop take him out. No real reason to even comment on the men prospects.
