On my 28th Birthday, I went to work, I washed a sink-full of dishes, I made a pasta salad.
But two days before…
I met my friend and we acquired a Crumbs cupcake, an Insomnia cookie, and Emack & Bolio’s ice cream.
The cupcake was decapitated and hollowed out, and filled with ice
cream. The cookie capped it off, then was covered again with the
cupcake’s frosting. What kind of dessert monstrosity is this? We
dubbed him (for he deserved to be a proper noun) “Off-Icer Cup-Kie”.
Like “Officer Krupke”?
Only in Manhattan.
I want to drink my first martini, eat my first ceviche, and learn to walk in heels.
I want to own my own furniture.
I want to set a goal, work towards it, and achieve it.