m&m cookies

Perhaps one would expect four 20-somethings in NYC to go out and have a wild Friday night. (I don't know who you are, reader, but perhaps you know better than to expect this of me?). We got two bottles of red wine and made m&m cookies and stayed up until a pointless hour. Saturday I headed for soul food at Amy-Ruth’s in Harlem with some people, before going to some shitty bar in upper west side. Wouldn’t say that food spoke to my soul, personally, but then I don’t like fried food or rigorously salted food or food I have to pay more than 9$ for, and they are famous of their fried chicken on a waffle, which isn’t something I would order, so I’m a bad judge. The bar was Bourbon Street, and had bras hanging from the ceiling from all the girls that had danced they away in exchange for a free drink - bar policy. Not sure why: bras are way more expensive than drinks. The TV screens glared at us from all the walls.

Yesterday I went to Spectacle Theater in Williamsburg, Brooklyn to see a movie with Damon. The theater was small, so that we missed it twice before finally realizing that what we had been walking past were not apartment buildings. The movie was a rather odd 1987 Japanese documentary called The Emperor's Naked Army Marches On. Odd because there’s a combination: the main characters search for truth of the horrendous campaign during WWII by the Japanese in New Guinea. Then there’s the ideological side of what makes a good man, what it means to bring peace to the dead, how to prevent further wars, what is the cost of bringing up the truth, the use of violence. Then there’s the characters themselves, the veteran heading the expedition is, for lack of a better word, mad. 

3$ falafel and 2.50$ for baklava