After about 6 months of being under full quarantine in LA in my tiny ass apartment, that was starting to feel like a prison cell, I left to spend the summer in Minnesota. I had a great summer, days on the lake, family time, Sophie being able to run in wide open spaces. -But after a few months in a tiny, Trump supporting town, I was [again] going a little stir crazy. -Or the rumors are true, and I am (in fact) actually crazy. *Ding Ding Ding.
The whole year has been metro-depressual and before heading back to LA, I needed to have fun and feel some sort of normalcy. I was supposed to go to NY for my BFF's wedding, and like everything else this year, that was cancelled. Feeling desperate, and freshly covered by health insurance (Yeah I know... Fucking America, my dog had health insurance and I was uninsured for almost a year) I bought a ticket to NYC.
New York knows how to fucking do it. Everyone was masked and didn't bitch about said mask-ing. They took a shitty closed indoor dining regulation and turned it into these elaborate euro outdoor dining patios. -And the people were carrying on with their lives (safetly) as if unaffected Covid-19. *Cough, LA take a hint (Don't @ me, the cough pun was authentic).
Being able to see and laugh with my friends was exactly what I needed. We bought all the things, drank all the drinks, and ate all the food.
Hope that gave everyone some warm fuzzies. -Now I just have to go in. Like I said I have been cooped up for months. I've literally watched every television series and saw every movie. In a low desperation I watched Bravo's “Backyard Envy”. I mean Bravo is Debbie Desperate too, to follow these annoying personalities around the city who put planters on people's patio and call it "landscaping"... But [on the show] they worked on this new restaurant, Gitano, and brought in Palm Trees to New York City. Being hot for a Palm (doesn't take much to get me going) I made a reservation for my trip. My friends warned me that they thought it was "a thing" [a scene] in New York. I typically don't like people, places, or things... so my guard was already up... And on Friday night at 9:40 we arrived.
I’m not a huge fan of PDA, but I got fucked at Gitano NYC...
45 Dollars For A Chorizo Con Queso that was one tortilla with a dollop of Velvetta Cheese, and serving myself 35 dollar (plastic bottle) Vodka-(stale) Sodas felt like I was getting rode hard and put away wet in front of a restaurant of innocent “Bridge And Tunnel”s. I am a masochist, and I still wouldn't go back...But the plants were cute ...And the rest of my trip was amazing... SEE:
Brett Dreissig