• Daniel (2)
• Eleven Madison Park
• Eleven Madison Park (2)
• Eleven Madison Park (3)
• Gabriel Kreuther
• Le Bernardin
• Per Se
• Per Se (2) (extended tasting)
• Per Se (3) (vegetarian tasting)
• Per Se (4)
• Senses (Warsaw, Poland)
No, I don’t care much for baseball. But I do care for baseball games.
And this is why:
LOVE SPRINKLES AND TINY BASEBALL HELMETS SO MUCH…
Actually, yeah, when I think of your apartment, I fully imagine shelves full of different sorts of sprinkles and a collection of mini helmets.
Best part about it is if it’s way too hot outside you can put the cap on to cool yourself down (and then lick off the melted ice cream as it pours down your face of course)!
No matter how hot it is outside, ice cream never lasts around me long enough to melt. Gobble, gobble, gobble. Unless you’re there scolding me for having it, naturally.
Big thumbs up for the ice cream and sprinkles.
BIGGER THUMBS DOWWWWWWWWWWWWN FOR THE EVIL MINI HELMET IT’S IN!
(I don’t think my grammar is entirely perfect)
If it makes you feel better, the first time I went to a Yankees game, my 18-year-old cousin and his four friends from Ohio took me, and one of them wore a Mets jersey specifically to piss people off.
After being harassed for three hours straight by everyone around us, he finally took off the jersey and made me put it in my purse. The crowd went wild.
Your cousin might be my hero. Of course, after seeing the Mets come to play the Sox at Fenway, I came to realize that their fans are just as evil as Yankee fans.
Wait! I meant the Sox! He wore a Sox jersey! Which is way worse.
I think you mean WAY MORE AWESOME. I’d like to meet your cousin. In fact, it’s a shame he’s just 18 because I might want to marry him.
He has side-parted hair down to his shoulders, weighs approximately 80 pounds, and is in a Christian rock band. So I’m thinking he’s maybe not quite your type.
Ahhhhhhhh. well considering that these two guys are my ideal men, I would say probably not. Thanks for lookin’ out for me.
You are a freak of nature, and I love you.
I had every single team’s helmet when I was a kid!
Then my mom sold them in a garage sale. I’m still a little upset about that.
Seriously, your mom really screwed this one up. If you still had those helmets, I’d invite all . . . 20 . . . people who read this blog over to your house tonight for a mini helmet sundae party.
I just found the pictures I have of you eating ice cream out of a helmet at the Yankees game we went to last summer, but you’d probably get mad at me for posting them here.
That’s totally the same helmet!
And yes, just mentioning those pictures has made me mad at you.