***note... I'm a bit tipsy, so forgive any misspellings, or just general not making sense!***
Just got in from a really fun night -- one of those nights that makes me realize I'm SO happy to live in NY!
My best friend and I celebrated her birthday -- I surprised her by taking her to what I had heard was one of the top sushi restaurants in the city. We did everything "right": sat at the sushi bar, got the omakase, chatted with the charming and friendly sushi chef, drank lots of sake.
After, went to the Meatpacking District -- I generally avoid this area (it's too much of an adult Disneyland -- too many people trying too hard to have a good time)... but on a Wednesday night, it was relatively mellow. Met a very fun group of adorable English guys here on holiday. Quite entertaining.
BF was exhausted, had to go home. On my way home, I passed the "restaurant of the minute" in my 'hood, decided to stop for a drink. I generally don't pop in to a bar on my own -- but I wanted to re-confirm a res for another friend's b-day there next week anyway.
Ordered a prosecco, talked to a very likeable couple at the bar who, it turns out, lives around the corner from me. While there, ran into the rather dishy chef, who I've met before. I pulled a high school stunt -- so silly, I can't believe I said it! -- I asked if he was single, that "my friend" wanted to know. (he is indeed single)
I know -- I should have just come out and asked if he wanted to go for a drink sometime... next time, I'll be more direct. I'm also thinking to myself: it's CRAZY to get involved with a chef! They have insane hours -- it's generally a seedy underbelly of a lifestyle. Read Kitchen Confidential for more info. But he's so cute...!
In other news: AdMan e-mailed today. Apologetic, work's been crazy, blah blah blah... but would still like to meet for a drink. I'm remaining skeptical til I have reason to believe otherwise.
And THIS should be entertaining: I signed up for SpeedDating this weekend! Stories to follow, for sure.