Monday, September 6, 2010
I quit drinking...gin, tequila and rum. Just came back from Jamica and swore off it only because I almost drowned in it. The Mexican and me had a a civil breakup; it was hard at first but my stomach is thanking me now. I promised Gin we would be backtogether in a later life- when I'm old and decrepit.
Stopped buying drugs and started sleeping with my dealer. Much easier said than done.
Rented out my living room to some scrap trying to make it in the city.
Took the plunge, started panhandling on the streets with my puppet.
Used some advice from a pal and sold riddles and jokes for a $1. I made $3.
And now I'm wondering...have I changed at all or have I just outsourced the problem?
(Oh and THANKYOU Mayor Bloomberg for $13/pack cigs. You're really making the decision to quit for me)
Monday, March 8, 2010
Below are two takes on the greatest sandwich yet to be invented in 2010. Enjoy.
Jamon and prosciutto crisped together on flattop then topped with melted guerye and provolone cheeses and smothered with caramelized balsamic onions. Served on a toasted baguette.
The Fat Trixie
Jamon and prosciutto crisped together on flattop then topped with melted guerye and provolone cheeses and smothered with caramelized balsamic onions. Served on a opened face toasted baguette with a sunny side egg
Truffle dusted French Fries served with both.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Except that I got a black eye and regretted (still am) not going down to MIA for PHiSH with my boys.
I'm also still oh-so-broke. Why you ask? Thought I was going to get a job?
Psshh. I did. I got a job at one of the only remaining busy restaurants in Manhattan. Yeah, I'm that great of a waitress
Yet the training if a week long. Full day. NOT PAID. Yup...forty some odd hours for free. And they say nothing in the world is free...
Apparently my time is. And at such great timing, ya know with rent needing to be paid and ConEd not being my friends, then Cable wants their share and the Credit card....and well Health insurance lasped and now I'm so scared of getting hurt or sick that I've become a walking klutz hurting myself every possible way.
Today I (almost) fell down three stairs to catch the D train at Bryant Park but scrambled myself together not realizing I twisted my left ankle until it began throbbing between 7th ave and 59th street. I also jammed my big toe on the right foot and cut it (somehow).
It sucks to be a waitress, who's not being paid with sore feet.
Hopefully next week I'll make tips...
...but just in case, tomorrow I'm going to apply for food stamps and medicaid. Thankyou President Obama for making that possible.
On Side note. The Phish shows. My NYE sucked so hard that I almost cried- no, I did- when I receieved audios from the fourshows. MSG was amazing but AAA is one sick arena and it was New Years. The 10 anniveristy of Big Cypress (my first PHiSH show/festival) and I miss my friends. Espeically NPW. And Pretty Lady, my mom.