11//11

first let me say it 11/11 make a wish all day...

my room mate and i decided to venture out of the cafeteria tonight for some chinese food. the real reason behind it was to experience one beautiful appetizer: scallion pancakes. the perfect mix of the savory and the sweet. so we grouped together a few people and went to "charlie mom" and yes it is a chinese restaurant in the village. the restaurant has a very strange set up, cashier in the front and then you walk through a hall of mirrors (no joke the hallway has long mirrors as wallpaper on both sides) and in the back there are regular tables. we were seated by a man in suspenders and a bow tie, which i thought was unreal until i realized all the elderly asian waiters had bow ties in various shades. within ten minutes of ordering our scallion dreams had arrived. and well they disappeared as soon as they arrived. i looked across from me (past my room mates head) and noticed a particularly dressed man pulling something out of his breast pocket. it was a small hand wipe and he proceeded to wipe his hands clean before his mu shu vegetables arrived and he ate them with a fork individually, as in each string of the vegetables were consumed as if they were spaghetti noodles. the meal ended with our fortune cookies attached pleasantly to the check (a practice that i think should be standardized in every restaurant, or just other free cookies) but within the vanilla cookie held my fortune. as soon as i read it i knew it was my destiny. it said boldly "a real patriot is the the fellow who gets a parking ticket and rejoices that the system works."

after we paid our perspective bills, and ate our fortune cookies we were back on sixth avenue, headed for the next best thing to scallion pancakes- gelato popsicles. popbar is literally a popsicle bar off sixth ave with an assortment of gelato and sorbet popsicles that can be dipped in every kind of chocolate or various nuts. i got a strawberry yogurt popsicle dipped in dark chocolate and felt as if i was cliche(ly) dancing through clouds listening to "killer queen".

got back to the dorm and sadly my room mates boyfriend had to head back to philly but luckily he'll be back soon to play "cards." finally shaved the legs today (meaning my own) and somehow managed to dull my nice razor into something that felt more like a lint brush barely picking up my dogs hair off my black leggings. and even though the it wasn't it's normal smooth process it still felt oddly luxurious i guess being here i've forgotten what it feels like to be a human. as i was leaving the bathroom in my "how to tie a tie boxers" i heard what i thought was fairy gnomes fighting with fiddles coming from a guys room who "djs".

for f*cks sake