My Weekend in Not-Pictures

Filed under living in new york is neat

On Friday night, Kamran and I went to a restaurant that I spent all day maligning and all night half-maligning and half wanting-to-exclaim-openly-and-not-quietly-about. Only everyone around us was actually doing just that, and it seemed so ungainly to me. It’s funny to see your own awful qualities reflected in other people, right? A few years ago, I would’ve been the one calling out to the chef about how good the food was to earn his favor. I would’ve been trying to crack jokes to make all of the other diners like me like I used to in all of my college classes. I wouldn’t have loudly mistaken the green onion for bok choy, though.

Since the restaurant is across the street from my apartment, Kamran was practically forced to spend the night at my apartment for the first time since I moved in last January. We ate Cadbury Creme Eggs and one of my 1000-calorie Reese’s eggs while watching Boogie Nights, since my roommate had ordered HBO that day, and Kamran finally stopped mentioning the possibility of taking a cab back to his place around 2 a.m. The next morning, we ate banh mi and drank bubble tea and watched The Breakfast Club and played Call of Duty and had the kind of day that people all across Brooklyn were probably having at that exact moment.

That night, we met our friends Nik and Marko and my roommate, Jack, at Yuka for all-you-can-eat sushi on the Upper East Side and ate all we could. Including hand rolls with shiso and plum and fermented soybeans. We walked past the giant building-high white structures the MTA is constructing over 2nd Avenue as they complete the new 2nd Avenue subway line on our way to Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins, where I got a scoop of ice cream called Icing on the Cake that had sprinkles and the consistency and flavor of vanilla frosting. AMAZING. I also got a cream-filled, not custard-filled donut. Those things are hard to find, you know. Which is ridiculous, because cream is obviously superior. We took our treats to a platform over the East River and watched boats drive by without their lights on and then went home to do laundry, because we are responsible.

On Sunday, we went clothes shopping for Kamran and bought matching hoodies even though it’s now regularly 70 degrees or more. We brought Milky Ways and wasabi peas to our park to stare at the haunted house and the puppies and the homeless guy who was very conspicuously hiding a backpack under the stairs to the street overpass. But we didn’t call the cops. We bought French bread and a creamy Reblochon and covered them with honey and watched X-Files and Celebrity Apprentice and couldn’t fall asleep until after midnight.

Cadbury Twisted Creme Egg candy bar
non-Instagrammed photo by Jack

And then Kim came over last night for Game of Thrones and brought a Cadbury Twisted candy bar for me from the British candy store that of course exists in Manhattan. I found out about this bar when British Mel left me a comment about them but warned that she and all her SPOILED, ROTTEN, UNAPPRECIATIVE (j/k, j/k) friends agree that the creme-to-chocolate ratio is wrong. I can see what they’re saying, because yeah, there’s a LOT more chocolate in the bar than in a Cadbury Creme Egg, and unlike the thin shell on the Egg, the shell of the bar is really thick. And amazing. And I need more. But I could never replace the Eggs with the bar completely.

And if I didn’t have a BlackBerry, I would have Instagrammed all of this.

9 Comments

  1. Cassie says:

    Yah, I’m pretty angry that there are no photos. I had to do a lot of reading, you know.

    Either way, I’m jealous as per usual. You win!

  2. Serial says:

    So, did Kamran take three showers the day after having to sleep in your filthy Brooklyn apartment – and by that of course I mean your sun-soaked, modern flat with its updated appliances and posh amenities?

  3. Lisa says:

    I mean, seriously, the Brits get Cadbury McFlurries AND candy bars? That is so unfair.

  4. MelduJour says:

    Ha ha! this is hilarious.
    Glad you found the bar!
    This has shown me that I need to be definitely more appreciative of the sweets we have here!
    I LOVE the sound of your park by the way- Haunted House????
    Mel x

  5. Jessica R. says:

    Donuts, ice cream and British candy bars?! I’d totally crash in your Brooklyn apartment for a few days like that.

  6. Christy says:

    WOW, I did the exact same thing!!! Except of course, without salt. And with 2 kids, 4 chickens, and a parrot in tow. And without the glamor that is NYC. With a slightly filthier apartment, which is really a house. And we didn’t watch any of the above shows. We watched a BBC drama I am torturing my husband with called Lark Rise to Candleford. Which includes exactly zero boobies, but a whole lot of costumes. So, right, totally the same!

  7. Pretty sure I hatched from a Cadbury egg.
    :)

  8. Megan says:

    Your weekend sounds awesome. So, how was the first (forced) sleepover?

    I hope your matching hoodies are covered in a really ridiculously stupid baby-wallpaper-ish print and that you both wear them every time you go out.

  9. What’s Kamran got against Brooklyn?! It’s got donuts, cheese, ice cream and YOU!

    (Shreveport has all of things, too. Except you, of course. So Kamran would definitely hate it.)