i'm not a player i just crush a lot

after dinner on friday i found myself back at the karaoke spot. maybe it's possible to karaoke too soon? too often? i was feeling less than inspired. when i walked out of the karaoke cave and onto st marks place there was a guy on a pedicab chilling by the sidewalk and i asked him how much it would be to go a few blocks to visit nnadi @ kush. he said five bucks and i hopped in.

i wish i could always travel by pedicab. seriously. it's breezy, there are no toxic emissions, the drivers are always cute and friendly.

kush was packed but i managed to meet up with a few people and nnadi was slinging drinks our way.

saturday? a lovely dinner in brooklyn hosted by hrh.
first course: heirloom tomatoes with soft goat cheese and balsamic vinaigrette
second course: monkfish poached in vermouth, corn and onions, cucumber salad
dessert: raisin bread pudding, watermelon slices
beverages: watermelon negronis, chardonnay, champagne, pink champagne, pino noir

king tee and friend joined us for after dinner drinks, and then we headed to a party on the edge of chinatown, very close to where my dentist lives. i called him on the off chance he was around, and he finished up dinner in the east village and joined us.

i started talking to a cutie 8 years younger than i am, and saw the king watching me from across the room. i discretely sent him a text message that simply said : ) and he texted back i knew it ; -? i wrote that smile was for you not for him and he wrote i know. u just crush a lot so for the rest of the night i had big pun in my head.

whatever happened, happened. i got home at 4:30 or so. nnadi had an audition sunday morning and called me at 11 {even though everyone knows that i don't answer the phone before noon on the weekends} so i met him at schiller's for a little hair of the dog and some brunch. after brunch i went back to bed. the beauty of being a single girl, living alone. no one can stop you from being terribly indulgent.