by zora on April 19, 2005
Karl’s birthday oysters were so good that I couldn’t really think of a good story to tell about them–no last-second genius rejiggering, no harrowing run-ins with the law, no panicked this-will-never-work tantrums, no fires raging out of control. I still haven’t really drummed anything clever up. Everything went as planned. It was great. Pictures are [...]
Over on Fotaq. I especially like the one of Tamara looking smitten by the chief filet man. Also, you can see a pic of Katie’s ass.
Last night, in anticipation of Oyster Fest 2005, we trundled down to that venerable NYC establishment, the Fulton Fish Market–which hasn’t yet relocated to the Bronx, apparently, despite the countless nostalgic column inches already dedicated to its impending demise. (July, maybe even September, was the estimated move date somebody gave us last night, with a [...]
Clever. For those really fishing around for distraction whilst at work, this site is very good at redirecting your attention. Although too much of it can make you feel a little queasy. Just like food. And porn, for that matter. Stopped in to Pret a Manger for a chocolate croissant the other morning, and it’s [...]