This and that
So we went to an Ethiopian restaurant with AT, and I had some of the blackberry honey wine I'd been thinking about for a while. Once I asked the staff, "Is it from Ethiopia?" and they said "No, New Jersey."
Then we went to the Hungarian Pastry Shop. (No cute name like Hungary Wungary, sorry.) The counter lady steered me away from the yellow petit four I was eyeing. I got some mediocre blueberry thing on her recommendation. It was very disappointing. So I had some of D's chocolate mousse cake and then AT got the coveted petit four. It was the last one! We shared it.
I was mad at the counter woman for leading me astray, but D and AT said I needed to take personal responsibility. There was fun graffiti in the bathroom. One guy wrote, "I tried, but the short brunette behind the counter wasn't selling. She's a hot piece!" Another guy wrote with an arrow, "She's the hottest one!" Then someone sketched a bed with pillows and wrote, "Bush in bed with the Saudis." I looked at the counter women on the way out, but they all had dark hair. They were all kind of short too. So, no way to tell.
Patted many dogs on the way home.
*Lali and Bouchero. The owner let their leashes go. They sniffed the garbage. Lali likes to put everything in her mouth.
*A black Lab with very sweet eyes who wanted to be a guide dog, but was deemed not confident enough. Paired with a crazy shih tzu who kept jumping.
*A lamb-like dog who chewed my hair with vigor. Who knows how many split ends I have now. I swear it was trying to swallow.
*A sweet black shaggy dog.
*Two small white dogs.
And for bonus points:
*There is a hair salon on 6th or 7th Ave where a bulldog always sits right inside the glass door and gazes out with melancholy eyes. The other day, AT and I saw a different bulldog inside. It was very frisky and wrapped its mouth around my hand, but didn't use its teeth. The bulldog was named Junior.
Me: "So is the other bulldog named Senior?"
Hair Guy: "No, he's just Bob."
Then we went to the Hungarian Pastry Shop. (No cute name like Hungary Wungary, sorry.) The counter lady steered me away from the yellow petit four I was eyeing. I got some mediocre blueberry thing on her recommendation. It was very disappointing. So I had some of D's chocolate mousse cake and then AT got the coveted petit four. It was the last one! We shared it.
I was mad at the counter woman for leading me astray, but D and AT said I needed to take personal responsibility. There was fun graffiti in the bathroom. One guy wrote, "I tried, but the short brunette behind the counter wasn't selling. She's a hot piece!" Another guy wrote with an arrow, "She's the hottest one!" Then someone sketched a bed with pillows and wrote, "Bush in bed with the Saudis." I looked at the counter women on the way out, but they all had dark hair. They were all kind of short too. So, no way to tell.
Patted many dogs on the way home.
*Lali and Bouchero. The owner let their leashes go. They sniffed the garbage. Lali likes to put everything in her mouth.
*A black Lab with very sweet eyes who wanted to be a guide dog, but was deemed not confident enough. Paired with a crazy shih tzu who kept jumping.
*A lamb-like dog who chewed my hair with vigor. Who knows how many split ends I have now. I swear it was trying to swallow.
*A sweet black shaggy dog.
*Two small white dogs.
And for bonus points:
*There is a hair salon on 6th or 7th Ave where a bulldog always sits right inside the glass door and gazes out with melancholy eyes. The other day, AT and I saw a different bulldog inside. It was very frisky and wrapped its mouth around my hand, but didn't use its teeth. The bulldog was named Junior.
Me: "So is the other bulldog named Senior?"
Hair Guy: "No, he's just Bob."
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