With the Hamptons and our Hamptonames behind us, YummYummy and I headed to Manhattan to do what we do best – eat and drink our way across the city.
“I’ve got a hangover,” YummYummy announced as we approached Manhattan. “And I’m not talking about the kind you get from drinking…well, maybe….I’m talking about the kind where your belly hangs over your pants,” she clarified. “Those are the hardest to get rid of,” Ice Cream Man stated. We all understood where she was coming from. In fact, Sleepless and I are still carrying France in our pants. As the saying goes, “You can take the girl out of France, but you can’t take France out of the girl’s pants.” Or something like that.
Once in the city, we didn’t let our hangovers get in the way and continued to fill our plates, cups and pants. Attempting to get a little culture from somewhere other than the frozen yogurt shop, we attended Bushwalla at Joe’s Pub. As we were seated, they advised us there was a $12 food/drink minimum per person. “That won’t be a problem,” we said in unison.
Bushwalla, who makes baskets on bikes both gangsta and sexy, did an amazing job rapping, engaging Good Eye Money Guy – who he endearingly referred to as ‘Al, and gyrating. “He gyrates just great,” I told YummYummy and added, “It kind of makes me want to join in, but I’m not ready to let go of my intertube.” “That reminds me,” YummYummy replied, “I have felt like I have been swimming ever since we left the pool. In fact, I still fill like I have an intertube on.” “I think we both do. Might be time to gyrate,” I replied.