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Then we headed over to the Bronx to meet Syl's family. His sister has a nice ass. I was totally staring at it while I was walking up the stairs behind her. I am unashamed. We looked at family photos- Syl was a dorky kid.
The next day I took Syl out for ramen at Momofuku, mainly because I wanted it again, but also because I forgot to take photos last time. So I ordered exactly the same thing, and here's the results:
Yes, the buns are half ate because I couldn't control myself. The food was again, really orgasmic.
So then I grabbed Syl by the nuts and dragged him all the way down to Century 21. I bought 2 sweaters, 2 evisu shirts, and a pair of Earnest Sewn jeans. I looked everywhere for some good shoes, and found a pair so ugly I had to take this photo:
And yes, there is still a big hole in the ground where WCT was.
Then we met my mother at Nobu for dinner. In case you don't know, Nobu is THE world famous sushi restaurant, the food brothel behind the genius of Chef Nobu Matsuhisa. The place was crowded as hell, so we were lucky to squeeze into three seats at the bar. The place was full of skinny ass white girls, which gave Syl a thrill.
As you can see, Syl looks fine in this one, but I look like crap. So I took another one.
... Well done, Sylbert.
Here's some of our food.
Hamachi sashimi drizzled in ponzu sauce with jalepeno slices.
Maguro tataki with black peppercorns.
Since I ended up sharing 2 large servings of sake with mom, and getting a cocktail by myself, I was feeling a little too tipsy to remember to take more photos. However, I do remember some of what we had, and google can help me.
Miso glazed black cod with lettuce.
Tempura.
Ankimo with caviar. I didn't tell Sylbert it was a grilled monkfish liver until he tried it. He still fucking loved it (yes he was that drunk.) I'm crazy about ankimo. I crave it every day. If it came down to either ankimo or getting laid, 9/10 I'd go for the ankimo.
Here are some photos of the Nobu bathroom.
Expensive soap!
I was so drunk I actually sat on the toilet seat. Those paper napkins feel more like linen. I stuffed another one in my bag to show mom.
Some people from Dennmark we talked to. Seconds before he smacks a bitch. I love Europeans because they're always so sorry they can't speak English- even when their English is perfectly fine.
Outside there was a statue of some fat woman. We took advantage of her.
Yep.
I certainly was drunk.
I mean, trashed.
Back at the apartment, I told Syl to stay in the lobby while I took photos of the public washroom.
WARM. FUCKING. AIR.
Every time I see this photo I think "WOW, WAS THE SINK REALLY THAT DEEP?"
Then we walked around the area, and I really wanted a virgin pina colada. No such luck though. I did buy a Harper's Bazaar and an Instyle magazine, along with a donut.
Me and my donut.
Laaaaaaaaaaaast picture.
Then some big black guy came over and said that we should leave because we had been there a REALLY long time. This guy would have totally killed us, so we said goodbye and I went up to my room. I got about 1.5 hours of sleep before I started packing and we left for the airport. Mom put the illegal turtles in her pockets and somehow managed to smuggle them onboard. I've forgiven her since.
So anyways, before I left Andre had told me that he wanted to get back with me more than anything, that he would treat me right, that he'd become more mature, ect ect. I wanted to believe him, but I told him that I would think about it. But when I got home from NY, he said that he'd changed his mind. I know that I had promised myself that I wouldn't get my hopes up, knowing who he is, but I couldn't help myself- I was devestated. So I said some really hurtful things (and meant every word). Now that I'm in Canada again, it's just even more confusing. I just wish he would get his act together and not waste my time.