Last Saturday night–otherwise known as Megan Escapes From the Shackles of Mother- And Wife-hood Night–the Alpha Sparkle Dog and I went to Chinatown to imbibe in some, duh, Chinese food.
We were crossing Canal St. when we spotted a couple in Santa wear; she had on the cutest white tutu, red and white striped socks and a fetching Santa hat. He looked like a dud, albeit a dud in Santa gear. No big deal, we thought. Until more people dressed as Santa started streaming by, and more, until we were engulfed in what Liz deemed “A flurry of Santas!” (note: An Exaltation of Larks by James Lipton; can I say just how impressed I was by Liz’s explication?) It was the SantaCon! Who knew? (The answer to which, of course, is about 2,000 game New Yorkers. Not me, however. I did not know).
Liz has the live action goods at her place, and here is a snap of some Santas doing some sidewalk belt-shopping:
And then one of our entrees:
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Oh. My. God. That soup looks incredible. Sadly, I live nowhere near Chinatown so I can go get some. And now I’m starving for something that looks that damn good. Damn you, Meeeegan Frampton.
It was delicious, but we did not eat that weird brown oval to the right–that was some sort of treated egg. If I had known, I could have saved it and mailed it to you!
I only did not eat the weird brown oval because I was full. I do regret not eating the weird brown oval. However, had I eaten it, I would not have had room for the Weird Brown Candy Square Experiment. Next time! Liz
You didn’t even taste it? A little sake would kill the taste if it ended up being nasty.
Angie:
I have a tolerate/hate relationship with eggs (meaning, my mom told me I was allergic to them when young, which turns out not to be true), so I wasn’t going to go there. Liz was the pussy, actually. She has no such weird family trauma.