Yes, I know, it’s Thursday morning as I’m posting this.
A selection of cheeses and condiments, bread and wine at Otto. Not shown, though I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded: Someone in a Tree.
Carnage afterwards. In addition to the antipasti, there were a couple of pizzas and a half a plate of pasta. Sometimes I wonder if my stomach is a bottomless pit.
A melange of gelati: roasted cinnamon, olive oil and hazelnut. Something Lynette might have appreciated were she with us.
Fifth Avenue looking south towards Washington Square Park.
As much as I love Shelley, I’m more of a dog person myself. There’s also the added bonus of not being allergic to kitty dander.
I would’ve loved to take more pix but unfortunately the weather’s been shitty lately. Not long afterwards, it started to rain.
For 2008, I resolve to get out of the house more often.
Your stomach IS bottomless. I could barely stand after that meal.
Comment by David — January 24, 2008 @ 7:32 pm
I thought working out made your metabolism get on a treadmill.
=P
Comment by spamwise — January 24, 2008 @ 7:42 pm