Inspired by Jen Lancaster's new book, "My Fair Lazy" I am trying to broaden my horizons and get out more. In the past year I have been in a hurry to go home and nest with Mike, we have been living together for about 2 and a half years (don't tell his mother, she thinks its only 1 year, she isn't aware of the Internet) but recently I just want to go home after work and sit on the couch with Mike. Now this sort of behavior will only lead to a widening ass and I will lose touch with the young people out there in the city. So Erin and I made a date to walk around Chinatown last night, I wanted to try and find somewhere to eat (because normally I stick with food that doesn't come in little boxes with sticks to eat with) while Erin was hoping we would accidentally walk into a seedy strip club. We ended up not eating there because I was kind of grossed out by the strange meat hanging in the windows and no strip club either, which is also good because I imagine Monday night strippers are not the highest quality.
We walked towards the waterfront looking for a restaurant Erin always wanted to go to, we found it but because it is next to the aquarium the salad prices started at around $18, ummm no, dude its lettuce. So we wandered over to Joe's which is a chain but whatever they have awesome yummy, warm bread, whats not to like? On the way over there I really wish I had my camera because there was a stereotypical preppy white Boston dude sitting on a bench reading a book. He had a Polo button down shirt, in pink, slightly wrinkled khakis, sneakers (slightly worn because he runs-of course), shades and of course the Harvard baseball hat on backwards. I didn't see what book he was reading but I would have bet my dinner it was either a philosophical novel, Jack Kerouac or Yeats. Poser! Ew! If I was casting a movie and wanted a douche bag sitting in the background, I found him!
Dinner was good except for the people next to us, yea...will never see the need for North Face $60 flip flops.
