Chinatown Bakeries

Since Daniel and I have become walking fiends of late, we decided to make the trip down to Chinatown for some dim sum yesterday on foot. It's far. Really far. We trekked crosstown to Park Avenue first and then just followed that down until it became 4th, and hit Bowery and made a left on Elizabeth and boom, we were there. It took about two hours.

And luckily for us, the dim sum was excellent. But before we went there we stopped at this bakery and I bought a cupcake for 70 cents and a mini coconut pie for 90 cents. The pie was a bit dry but the cupcake was spongy and tasty. Really, Chinatown bakeries are where it is AT. We stopped by the Silver Moon bakery right before getting home yesterday and Daniel wanted to try one of their macaroons just for the heck of it. One tiny, one-inch-diameter macaroon was $1.75 or something outrageous. He didn't even like the filling. I ate probably about $1.50 worth of it.

I have to open at work tomorrow and I checked the weather forecast: they are predicting 58 degrees and sunny. That's good news. The bartender doesn't get in until 3:00 and sometimes the manager isn't there until 5:30. Bringing a book!

Right now, I'm waiting for Suzy to get all dressed since I'm accompanying her on her job hunt (she and Kitcheonette parted ways, sadly) and she is accompanying me on my walk down to Times Square.

She just got back from London yesterday, which is a shame because I was beginning to enjoy a real bed.

And I don't know what was going on last night, but I had some crazy manic nesting impulse to clean and organize my bathroom, which lead to culling all of my makeup/lotions/bath gels/medicine from around the apartment and separating them appropriately and putting duplicates in their own bag. I think part of this was due to the fact that Eric the Cleaning Guy is coming tomorrow and I was a bit ashamed of the sorry state of the living room. I'm going to have to leave for work an hour earlier than I normally would because he makes me so uncomfortable. I have no idea why, but my hunch is that a) he's about 70 years old, and I get nervous talking to older men, and b) it's awkward for me to be a lazy oaf hanging out at the apartment while some poor guy is doing my dishes, and c) I'm embarrassed about the grime and dirt that builds up over the course of the month.

So what else is going on this week? Well, work tomorrow of course, and probably a lot this weekend. I have a mystery shop with Daniel on Thursday on the Upper East Side, and a jury research study on Wednesday night. There's a collaborative assessment assignment due for one of my classes on Friday that I could have done more about by now. Hm.