NYC folks, there's a restaurant in Tribeca that does a Cincinnati night on the last Monday of the month
AMAZING I'm going to text this to all of my local cousins immediately.
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NYC folks, there's a restaurant in Tribeca that does a Cincinnati night on the last Monday of the month
AMAZING I'm going to text this to all of my local cousins immediately.
Tom, phew! What an ordeal.
Glad they finally got to you, Tom.
Finally got my meds this morning. What a goddamn pain in the ass.
Fucking finally! Your doctor is a clown.
Tom, I'm glad you got your meds finally. Know that I can fully empathize with the fuckery that is trying to deal with stuff like that.
Rough therapy this morning. I need to do something to turn this day around.
Yay meds!!
Boo, continuous hellscape of policies in the us and warfare elsewhere.
Timelies all!
So, things got worse. Wed. evening I got a text from the nanny saying she was bringing Mr. S home right now.(Gary at that point hadn't gotten on the plane to get home yet.) There was some sort of incident, which I don't know exactly what happened. She tells one story, and Mr. S tells another. She ended up waiting until Gary was driving home from the airport to bring Mr. S home.
Mr. S is back at school, but refuses to go with the nanny at the end of the school day. (Gary had to leave work early yesterday and today to get him) Gary decided, after texting back and forth with the nanny, to end our contract with her. He is now looking for other options. This obviously makes life more complicated.
In between all the chaos I was able to go to Malice Domestic this past weekend, where I bought many books.
Aw, man, Sheryl.(I wish I had something useful to offer as well, but...)
It has to be incredibly stressful, Sheryl. I hope a solution is found quickly.
NYC folks, there's a restaurant in Tribeca that does a Cincinnati night on the last Monday of the month, so if you feel like your life is lacking weird chili and amazing ice cream, here's where to go:
I will pay that much for a 3-way!
Oh! I got to try the Skyline Graeter's! Vanilla ice cream with oyster crackers and the spices. Maybe a teeny tiny bit of chili? (not that the chili has a whole lot of chili). Not meaty of course. I'm not going to crave it fortnightly, but it was really nice! I'd eat it again, kept the container... good beat, you can dance to it.
I've always thought a Chicago Bar in this city would be a license to print money. Play the games, sell the foods... the place would be packed.