Let's do a recap of what Daphne ate this weekend, in lieu of any detailed description.
Sunday
Blueberry pie a la mode (Waverly Diner, 1 AM)
Monday
Coffee (deli on Broadway, 8 AM)
Bagel (bakery on Staten Island, 9 AM)
Italian wedding soup and roll (Meatballs Plus, Staten Island, 1 PM)
Japanese pastry dumpling involving a kumquat and red bean paste (residence, 5 PM)
Mexican-French fusion stew with funny dough blobs (East Village, 8 PM)
Red velvet cake (Magnolia Bakery, 10 PM)
Peach martini (Fat Black Pussycat, 11 PM)
Grape martini (Fat Black Pussycat, 11:30 PM)
Tuesday
Bagel and strawberry cream cheese (Bagel Bob's, 9 AM)
Noodles (home!, 1 PM)
Frrrozen Hot Chocolate (Serendipity, 5 PM)
Chicken stir-fry (home, 8 PM)
Loose-leaf Earl Grey tea (Cafe Dante, 12 AM)
Pictures from Thursday's Fall Ball should also be forthcoming, though from the dubious source of other people's cameras; I only hope they do not paint a picture of me as the typical Asian (alcoholic) lightweight. That being said, there's something about tossing a bunch of lawyers-to-be into a costume party and some free alcohol for good measure! My Go-Go Yubari costume idea fell through, but I'm going to make an effort and see if I can pull it off for tonight.
Oh, and I got my fortune told for the first time. I had the opportunity at grad, but I was being Neo-esque then and found it illogical for someone who believed in "making her own fate" to even toy with getting her fortune told; since then, I've realised that making one's own fate requires too much work and it's much better to have a tired fortune teller used to getting asked inane questions about strangers' love lives to tell me what's up. And what's up is apparently that I will love my chosen occupation (unsure), will have a stressful year (true), recently had a heartbreak (mostly untrue) and know someone pregnant (true). Is that a clear and convincing record for the fortune teller? Who knows, but it's comforting that someone out there objectively thinks that I'm going to be a (gasp!) happy lawyer.
Sunday
Blueberry pie a la mode (Waverly Diner, 1 AM)
Monday
Coffee (deli on Broadway, 8 AM)
Bagel (bakery on Staten Island, 9 AM)
Italian wedding soup and roll (Meatballs Plus, Staten Island, 1 PM)
Japanese pastry dumpling involving a kumquat and red bean paste (residence, 5 PM)
Mexican-French fusion stew with funny dough blobs (East Village, 8 PM)
Red velvet cake (Magnolia Bakery, 10 PM)
Peach martini (Fat Black Pussycat, 11 PM)
Grape martini (Fat Black Pussycat, 11:30 PM)
Tuesday
Bagel and strawberry cream cheese (Bagel Bob's, 9 AM)
Noodles (home!, 1 PM)
Frrrozen Hot Chocolate (Serendipity, 5 PM)
Chicken stir-fry (home, 8 PM)
Loose-leaf Earl Grey tea (Cafe Dante, 12 AM)
Pictures from Thursday's Fall Ball should also be forthcoming, though from the dubious source of other people's cameras; I only hope they do not paint a picture of me as the typical Asian (alcoholic) lightweight. That being said, there's something about tossing a bunch of lawyers-to-be into a costume party and some free alcohol for good measure! My Go-Go Yubari costume idea fell through, but I'm going to make an effort and see if I can pull it off for tonight.
Oh, and I got my fortune told for the first time. I had the opportunity at grad, but I was being Neo-esque then and found it illogical for someone who believed in "making her own fate" to even toy with getting her fortune told; since then, I've realised that making one's own fate requires too much work and it's much better to have a tired fortune teller used to getting asked inane questions about strangers' love lives to tell me what's up. And what's up is apparently that I will love my chosen occupation (unsure), will have a stressful year (true), recently had a heartbreak (mostly untrue) and know someone pregnant (true). Is that a clear and convincing record for the fortune teller? Who knows, but it's comforting that someone out there objectively thinks that I'm going to be a (gasp!) happy lawyer.
