The other night we went to a very popular bar in the West Village to meet some friends. They were Belgians and I thought that, like all Belgians, they were friendly, good-natured and genuine people. Plus, they take their beer seriously and deserve the highest admiration and praise for that.
However, all this Belgian goodness surrounding me made me feel guilty about all the fritoland-bashing stuff I write on my blog. I had to order another drink to wash off the guilt. Guilt-free, I looked around and suddenly realized people were dressed in roaring 20's flappers and gangsters outfits. I turned to my husband:
Me: I like this place, it’s cool.
Husband: we never go to bars.
Me: well, that’s because this is a hook-up bar and you’re not supposed to go to hook-up bars with your husband.
Husband: all bars in Manhattan are hook-up bars.
Me: then what’s the added value I get from living in Manhattan?
Husband: you don’t have to wait one year to watch the new episodes of Desperate Housewives?
Right, and tonight is the grand finale: time to grab that remote control, stand up and sing the American national anthem as a token of profound admiration and deep gratitude and knock myself out on the couch.
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5 comments:
what about LOST: has the 4th season started again?
con lost e' andata a finire male. Ci siamo persi troppe puntate durante la stagione degli ospiti e ora non riusciamo piu' a seguirlo. Tocchera' rivederselo in dvd o sul sito... che noia!
si ma a che punto sono in america?
io qui sono riuscito a vedermi (scaricate ovvaimente) le prime 8 punate della quarta stagione
ecco, bravo, mettile su un DVD e mandamele!!
eeeeeeehhhhhhhhh, ma erano in versione palmare, troppo piccoli per la tv, ma se hai u-torrent ci metti poco a trovarle tutte sul p2p.... oooopsssssssss ;-)
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