This was a great weekend, full of poverexic success. I ate so much and drank so much and spent so little.
The successful weekend started with roommate L cooking one of his delicious dinners for me on Friday night — this time it was fried shrimp and ribeye — INCRED. It was one of the best dinners ever. L had bought 2 cuts of ribeye and we shared one, saved the other for later.
The fun continued through the night with my friend-since-we-were-four (SS) visiting me in NYC for the first time. So I took her out for a good time with M and O and O’s friend J in the West Village and then to Gatsby’s, where M and J bought us drinks the entire night. My stomach was full of free ribeye, fried shrimp, red wine, beer, and vodka sodas, and it had never been happier.
After a fun night of groping and dancing, S and I come home at 4am to find L in the kitchen. We seem to have caught L off guard because when we walk through the door, he somewhat nervously goes “oh hey! hey hey heeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy what’s up guys.”
me: What are you doing L …
L: Oh hey! Oh nothing, I was just —
me: IS THAT THE OTHER RIBEYE STEAK *RAW*???????????????????????
L: Oh, um, no, I mean, yes. …… I was hungry.
me: You’re eating RAW STEAK?!??!??!?!?
L: It’s actually quite delicious.
Despite my initial gross reflex and concern that L might get salmonella, I was actually quite intrigued and completely empathized with his urge and secretly wanted to try one of the leftover chunks. I didn’t have the appetite to ask this time given that I was about to hurl my cheap beer and vodka soda, but next time, I want to try some raw steak. Just like carpaccio.
Poverexic in NYC 