Belgian Fries

Met Jimmy at Cloister Cafe. They have a cute little Garden with twinkle lights and apparently all Russian waitresses who dance and eat cake. We had drinks and I had a hazelnut mousse.

It's been a while. It was really nice to see Jimmy. Back in the day when we both worked at Opening Ceremony, we were close. We'd have intense conversations for hours about philosophies, films, travels, families, horoscopes, haha everything. He's the manager at the ACE hotel Opening Ceremony.

We went to Cabin Down Below to wish Meghan (she's a buyer at OC and a jewelry designer. Check it out- OC sells her jewelry) a happy birthday. Found out from Rene that Meghan was in fact, upstairs at Black Market.

I told Jimmy about this website, and he said "What could love a utensil bird? Find that out and then then everything would be resolved. Because utensil birds, they're hard to love. If they love each other, they just end up hurting each other." I said "a sink man" he said "A bowl of soup". Ok it made more sense when we were talking about it.

At Black Market- taking tequila shots

Getting Falafel. I wanted Pomme Frites but it was closed.
Jimmy put ketchup on this falafel accidentally.

Then I found out that this place made belgian fries and we got a whole bucket and I got pesto dipping sauce and Jimmy and I made a lovely spicy ketchup to go along with it.

PS. Jimmy don't forget...

BTW:

I'm happy to report that my natural waves are setting back in, and that stupid digital perm is slowly becoming just a memory. Wahoo!!!