I can't tell you if there was ever time during my trips to Toy Tokyo that I was underwhelmed and walked out of there toy less. My continued hunt for D. Gray-Man paraphernalia once again turned fruitless. Additionally, Beetchie reached for an item up on a shelf and it hit another one diagonally from it and it came down with this huge thud on her head, braced by her arm. The store clerk asked us, "are you okay?" and was clearly annoyed. It would not be the first time he was annoyed because she knocked over two other items after that, with the second being right in front of him. At least the first time he couldn't see us even though the ruckus was loud. He must have thought we were drunk but it was only due to the fact that Beetchie was lugging her Guitar Hero guitar in one hand and umbrella in the other.
We stumbled crankily out of Toy Tokyo to our next destination: Paul's. A Burger Joint with some serious heart attack dishes, Paul's was packed and lively. That place was so much all about the meat that I took a picture of a fixture on the counter. How great is that cow with a baby cow for a cowbell? H1 was still at work, so we went there to get her some meat. While the burgers looked good, we couldn't quite decide what to get so we asked a guy (presumably Paul) what was good. He responded bitchly that everything was. Okay. Thanks for the help Paul. It's not so much that he was an asshole but he was kind of abrasive. That's just the kind of people they were though, funny but rough. I couldn't get a picture of one of the signs to show for the attitude but it said, "If you leave your kids unattended, we will sell them into slavery". Maybe that's not terribly funny but it is terribly wrong (and slightly amusing - in a wrong kind of way). We watched Olympics while I waited for my expensive assed burger. It did taste great though and I would like to visit there again to have a fresh burger.
On to the street we stumbled less crankily to go visit the Dessert Truck. Unlike the Treats Truck in Midtown, this one sells only about 6 desserts at the whopping expensive price of $5.00 a piece. Clearly not learning my damned lesson at Kenka, I opted to try the Goat Cheese Cheesecake, while Beetchie chose a good choice (you know I love me some custard) safety net, Creme Brulee.
When asked what was the goat cheese cheesecake like, we got a bitchy response of, "like goat cheese". Man, he was one bitchy gay man but then he explained something to us which I didn't hear. All I heard was black berries and pistachio but missed the 'other thing'.
It was that 'other thing' that I didn't care for. Beetchie and H1 think it was a guava flavoured sauce, which is probably why I've blocked that taste from memory and couldn't pin point it even though it was familiar. I'm not a fan of guava. It wasn't a horrible dessert but it's not something I loved at all. At least H1 liked it and Beetchie kind of liked it.
Thank goodness for safety nets.
Right after we ordered and were awaiting our desserts (including some great times chocolate bread pudding for Momma HOchie), this couple stepped up to order. A girl next to us interjected that she had been waiting there. She said it kind of quietly, so in case the people didn't hear her, Beetchie and I kindly told them that the girl was waiting. Then she says, "I was actually waiting before those two as well (indicating that she was waiting before us)". Well what the fuck girl. We didn't even SEE you there, nor did that couple and if the guy in the truck motioned for us to order next then we thought he knew all about his line.
Pissed off, we headed for a seat to eat our desserts. An open patio for Starbucks paying customers was nearby, so we stumbled there and sat down. Soon after, a barista came out and yelled at this couple to inform them that they had to buy to sit and then did the same to us. She was well nasty to us. We'd be damned if we'd pay for a cup of coffee just to sit down amongst privileged assholes who had nothing better to do. We took our leave but not before shouting to each other that what that Starbucks needed was "to be closed like the rest of them". I won't call it wrong and strong because I don't like to ignore rules and was actually considering going in there to buy some water but after being nastily spoken to, eff them and their effin' assness.
We took our crankiness to the Cube or "public property" as Beetchie said, and sat under it to eat. It was peaceful save my complaints about the goat cheese for all of two minutes until shady buisness started going down. Two idiots decided they would skateboard in the middle of the street. It'd be one thing if they could skateboard but they couldn't. At all. I couldn't understand why they wouldn't want to do that in the park where no one could see them. One of them threw his bag of shade next to a sign on the sidewalk and left it there. I was half expecting a bomb in that H&M bag.
It was after dessert and on our way out that disaster number 'too many to count' happened and it involved our worst kind - physical injury. Beetchie got up and knocked the back of her head on an edge of the Cube. It was hard and I was worried about her to the point of asking her if she needed to go to the hospital. She assured me she was okay and I guess she was fine because one of the 'skateboarding' idiots almost hit her when his skateboard came flying towards her and she gave him the evils. It wasn't quite the evils she could give, so I was still concerned she was not that well.
Really stumbling now because of a horrible headache, we stomped angrily off to Barnes and Noble only discover the place was locked up tight as if it was raided for drugs. Next was Beard Papa's for cream puffs. Of course, with our horrid evening in tow, the Tuesday Special was Mocha Puffs and not Pumpkin as I wanted which was on Thursdays. Ugh. And to think I chose to go to St. Mark's on Tuesday instead of Thursday which was what I was going to do.
Not much else happened that night - we went to Gamespot to discover that was also locked up tight even though the lights were on and employees were in there, then we went to Union Square to catch our respective trains back to the office for me and home for B. We saw the lamest break dancers there, and sadly watched each other from our platforms.
We attribute the misadventures to a number of factors.
2. She'll be away for a few months, so all misadventures that would have happened merely covered the bases in one shot.
1. It was a build up of Misadventure Energy. For the entire summer that Beetchie's been back, we've not been out alone together without there being some sort of buffer. We always ended up going out with at least one person present. Everyone knows at least 1 thing will happen when we're together.
Even though disaster occurred during every event that night and people were assholes to us every where we went, it was good to see Beetchie. She's currently back in Grenada as I type this but I'll see her again soon and it'll be Christmas, so we'll have tons of fun.
The time will fly quickly and before long, more misadventures will be had together.
Currently listening to: "The World Has Turned and Left Me Here" by Weezer.
