Guided by psychos - see what I mean?

The adventures of a mostly-blind Irish guy in NY, and the well-meaning but obvious nutcases I contantly meet thereof

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Post V-day wrapup

Maybe it sounds lame that H & I didn't exchange presents. Instead, I took her to this lil French place in Chelsea, where we feasted on on duck for $160.

This is not a typo.

I figured that for one night, I'd quit worrying about finances and bills and spending life poor and possibly in debt, and just go out, eat, drink wine with our pinkies out, and not worry.

Afterward we went to BBQs. H figured out how much I'd spent, and wouldn't let me leave without going dutch at least for the drinks. If I knew she was going to do that, I think I would've gotten a real drink and not just a Corona.


Post a Comment

<< Home