shame is so in this season

fees shorty, fees!

last night i took the california kittens out for a big night on the town. and by town i mean east village (i'm a bit of a downtownist). after some unagitastic sushi at jeollado, we went for some pommes frites (sweet mango chutney) and then topped the gluttony off with a nice creamsicle milkshake (which was more cream than sicle, but good nonetheless) from the new york milkshake company. oh but the adventure was far from over. our next stop was burp castle (even though they lost the monk get-ups, i still love bringing people there) for some lambics and sweet brews.

and now back to the show... a swift potty stop at swift (heh heh, nevermind) brought us to manahatta (i know you know i don't love the crowd but it's always a safe bet for dancing). so this is where the fun begins. and by fun i mean making fun. we were convinced that these two guys in the middle of the dance floor came straight from shooting the poser mobile commercial. one sported reflective sunglasses and a military hat (slightly cocked, of course) and the other came well equipped with aviators, skull cap and a chelseaesque strategically ripped muscle tank. both outfitted with at least two gold chains. it was a sight to see and naturally, we captured it on film (all photos to come soon). and oh, the dancing. there was no doubt that they practiced this for hours in front of the mirror. they danced on the raised platform so that everyone could admire their flow. they sang. they rapped. they nodded. they posed. they threw gang signs -- bourgeois new jersey gang signs. i was just waiting for them to say it - 25 cent to connect! extra dollah a day extra!

posted by erica @ 12:19 PM