Showing posts with label Crocodile Lounge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crocodile Lounge. Show all posts

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Breaking News

WE HAVE A BOOKSHELF!

Our days of living like highly educated savages are finally over. $20. Real wood. Found on craigslist. Fits perfectly in the corner.

Next order of business: a TV stand. Preferably free. (The TV was found on the curb in front of our building. Yay!)

 Doesn't it look cozy? The plague rat has a new home.

The minor downside to buying craigslist furniture is that you often have to transport it (more or less fully assembled) yourself. We ended up carrying this bookshelf AN ENTIRE MILE from Bayard St. and Bowery (in Chinatown) back to our apartment. The friendly couple selling it had taken the shelves out, thinking that would make it easier for us. I carried the shelves, and Ian carried the giant frame. We looked ridiculous. It was ninety degrees that day. Afterward we went directly to the Crocodile Lounge.

Happy books—home at last.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Logic

Last night, at Crocodile Lounge: a bunch of drunk people announced that Ian looks like Eli Manning, remarked that I do not look like Eli Manning's wife, concluded that I must therefore be his mistress, and then made a joke about Tiger Woods.

I love Crocodile Lounge (free pizza!), but if I were Eli Manning's mistress, I'd expect to be taken somewhere a little fancier. Maybe even someplace without a skee ball machine.