No time for blogging.
No time, in fact, for even
this haiku column.
HAIKU
No time for blogging.
No time, in fact, for even
this haiku column.
SALMAGUNDI
Also, how to walk in New York.
SEE ALSO
Other Blogs
Past:
Haiku
Salmagundi
RSS: Haiku
Salmagundi
FURTHER NARCISSISM
About Joshua Newman
Cyan Pictures
CrossFit NYC
PRIOR GENIUS
Everything Archived
Autobiography (11)
Best Of (63)
Blogging (27)
City Life (57)
Cooking (12)
Crazy Theories (34)
Culture Consumption (25)
Dating (50)
Disclosures (44)
Entrepreneurship (34)
Exploits (53)
Filmmaking (55)
Fitness (14)
Friends & Family (24)
Guest Blog (5)
Judaism (9)
Odds & Ends (50)
Podcast (3)
Politics (10)
Productivity (13)
Quotes (56)
Re-run (1)
Restaurants (9)
Science (7)
Style (16)
Techmology (6)
Toys (14)
Travel (24)
Troublemaking (16)
Trumpet (15)
Writing (3)
COLOPHON
Contact Joshua
RSS 1.0 or RSS 0.91
Some Rights Reserved
Shortly after moving to the City, I went on a date with a girl I had picked up at a gallery in SoHo. Naively, I had reasonably high hopes, as it was a second date, and the first (a safe early evening drinks date) had gone remarkably well.
We went to Zocalo, a trendy Upper East Side Mexican joint, and the evening actually started off fairly smoothly. Until, that is, the waiter didn't bring chips quickly enough. (Shock! Horror!) The girl proceeded to not only bitch out the waiter, but actually yelled at the manager as well. The manager. Over chips.
Clearly, there was no relationship potential with a girl this incredibly high maintenance. But I figured I could be mature and polite and make it through an otherwise relatively pleasant dinner. Wrong. Things went from bad to worse, as apparently a few margaritas were not a good way to calm the girl down. By the end of the evening, we were actually asked to leave the restaurant. That would be a first - I had never been thrown out of a restaurant before.
Of course, I had also never been at a restaurant with a girl who threw a plate of beans at the waiter's face. Dating in New York is never dull.