No, I didn't cook for you tonight, I'm afraid. Instead, though, I built a desk. Look:
Today involved much walking. First a walk to Bed, Bath and Beyond (where I saw Kyan from Queer Eye; shouldn't he be shopping for hair products?), then The Container Store, Staples and The Door Store all on a quest for desk. No dice.
Luckily, I came back and used the wonderful resource that is the internet and found A.I. Friedman, only 9 blocks away. There I found a glass-topped desk that could be delivered within hours. Perfect!
So instead of souffle, I present to you my new base of operations:
Smashing, no? Smashable too. Please don't smash my desk, it's glass. Unless you want to get married. I am Jewish, after all.
Comments (2)
If you smash a glass desk, I think you end up married to your work.
Mazel tov!
Posted by barrett | August 19, 2004 2:05 PM
The desk is amazing, but you should have come out with me to Republic instead. The waiters use giant palm pilots to take your order and I got some delicious beef skewers and magno mojitos!
Posted by Ricky | August 19, 2004 4:05 PM