What a day! Within the past 24 hours, it’s been one hell-of-an emotional roller coaster. So around 12 AM… I’m officially on my way to Flushing with my homegirls. It’s been awhile since the four of us last got together to go to our favorite drinking spot on Northern Blvd. My first time at this local Korean drinking spot was last summer when Jen, who knew the owner on friendly terms, took the trio to get our underage dranking on. The place is nestled on one of the less flashier Northern Blvd streets that are infested with Korean restaurants, pubs, and NRBs (no-rae-bag aka KARAOKE). Visiting this joint was a spur-of-a-moment kind of thing, so we were all underdressed, but who the fuck cares, it was just our usual spot! Upon arrival, I was pretty surprised to see that almost every table was packed with customers— what was even MORE shockingly surprising was that all the customers looked as if they belonged in MIDDLE SCHOOL. I almost wanted to bury my head in embarrassment to see all these kids walk around the place like they own it. At first glances, I saw that all their tables had about two bottles, or maybe just a pitcher of beer, for a group of about seven. Wow. Last summer, the place was pretty vacant every time I visited. Because Northern Blvd is so packed with these Korean drinking spots, good business is based on the loyalty of the regular customers. My friend Jen, is the epitome of the loyal customer for this spot in particular. Not to mention, the married couple who owns this spot can cook really good food that pairs along well with drinking none other than, SOJU! Well, the food’s besides the point. We noticed that the ahjumah had a waitress, who we’ve never seen before. This girl, was definitely not fitted to be a bar maiden. She looked 15, and she lacked total customer service. She was rude with her curt answers, and cared more for catering to her friends, who all looked 12. ANYWAYSSS— we already had dinner and we just wanted to drink. Of course we ordered soju and maek-ju for starters. Ahh~ how I missed soju.
I tried a new combination of coke + soju + beer, but it tasted like ASS. Having the green bottled soju, instead of vodka, was a nice switch-up that I needed running in my Korean veins. But the whole time I couldn’t take my eyes off these 15 year olds walking all around the place. I know for SURE they were at least 15, because at one point the table behind us had one of those birthday celebrations, and the waitress asked, “How old is the birthday boy?” to which a girl replied, “16.” Then me and my friends went on to tease them over having his sweet sixteen at a local drinking spot, which is of course, every boy’s fantasy, haha. Anyways, we ordered another freshly made Strawberry soju which was so tasty! Perfect summer drink, I tell ya. People underestimate soju, but if you’re Korean, that shit goes down like water. Once we were almost done with the pitcher of strawberry soju, we realized, “Shit. No one’s okay to drive!” So like always, we burned off the alcohol at a nearby NRB. It’s the typical Korean routine: round 1= go hit up a restaurant and have a few drinks, round 2= then go to your favorite bar where your most loyal to, and start ordering bottles and fruit platters, round 3= NRB it up once you feel the buzz and drunkenness slurring your words, with shitty eyes glossing over faces, round 4= after you’ve burned off that alcohol and you start feeling sober again, of course you’re going to get hungry! You hit up a fast, local, food joint that’s convenient. Now of course you can always add one, or minus one round, but this is usually my experience. We all decided it would be convenient for us to crash at Sharon’s house afterwards, but we still had to wake up at 8 AM. Waking up was such a groggy and gross feeling from drinking/smoking all night long. I had leftover lo mein for breakfast which was the BEST breakfast :D. Then I got home around 8:30 AM, slept for a good four hours, then woke up to hit the beachh, except…. HEAVY, GROSS, MOTHERFLIPPING TRAFFIC. Ugh, should’ve known. So we detoured and decided to have lunch at my favorite sushi spot in Plainview, Ruby Sushi. I lahv their sushi because they really PACK THAT SHIT IN, with minimal rice. The Spicy Salmon Roll has like crunchy flakes in it, as well, so it’s like basically, orgasm in the mouth.
Do I make myself clear with these photos??
Then I spent the rest of my day just bumming out at home. I remember falling asleep while watching el television, but I woke up JUST IN TIME for the latest episode of The Real Housewives of NYC! Okay, one thing I’ll admit about myself, is that I’m a hugeee reality-tv junkie. I get so passionate just talking about it! But really, pseudo reality-tv shows like The Real Housewives of NYC, Top Chef Masters, and all the super wacky dating shows on VH1, are my guiltiest pleasures! So anyways, I was so HAPPY and ECSTATIC that I woke up from my peaceful nap, just in time for the newest episode. It must be fate, my brain just knew when to automatically wake myself up in time for the new episode! And let me tell you, the episode didn’t disappoint. Let me warn you now, that I AM going to get a little crazy and get totally carried away with this, so you can choose to stop reading my blog at this point.
OKAY, where to begin?! First off, Kelly Bensimon is unbelievably naive. I won’t say psychotic, because I believe that there’s always method to the madness. I just want to…. like… pop her bubble, and watch an episode of the show with her, and wait for her reaction to herself. She’s so strange and unbearable to deal with! She obviously doesn’t have the backbone to put up with the other ladies, to which I think she should SHUT HER MOUTH then. Then there’s Jill Zarin, who’s been annoying ALL SEASON LONG. She was truly the “Mean girl” this whole season, manipulating people and acting like a teenage girl, having her friends choose sides instead of dealing with the problem like an adult. Her feud with Bethenny Frankel was truly exhausting and made me grit my teeth every time Jill would push Bethenny away. Then I was just appalled when Jill just makes it seem like Bethenney owes her the time of the day to sit down and have lunch with her, on her own terms. UGH! Anyone who watched this show can truly see that Bethenny reached out to Jill so many times in the beginning, yet Jill always snubbed her off and never LISTENED to what Bethenny had to say. Then there was Ramona, who was a lot more likable this season; LuAnn, who came across as the biggest drag queen on the Upper East side; Alex, who calmed down a lot this season; and the newest housewife, Sonja Morgan. I took delight in Sonja, who carried a very headstrong but charming attitude. I wish I can join these ladies in 20 years after I marry my Rockefeller, Carnegie, or Hearst husband.