We had pizza, which Megan was insistent on (after our food tour and not doing pizza OR hot dogs she still felt she hadn't fulfilled her New York hosting duties). It was good. I shamefully could not finish my piece. I knew we were going to a pot luck within a few hours and I didn't want to shame myself again in front of more than Megan by not eating there.
We went to visit an adorable new deli and specialty shop that we sell some oil and vinegar to, to check it out, meet the chefs, and buy some goodies for the aforementioned pot luck. Torrisi Italian Specialties is warm, inviting, adorable, and has salami in the window. If you find yourself with access to Mulberry and Prince in Nolita you must go, and eat something. Anything. It's delicious.
After a hit of shopping in Soho we hit the subway and landed in Brooklyn. We had a couple beers with Kryn, who grew up across the park from us in Madison and I hadn't seen in too many years, and then headed to Tommy, Hannah, and Jen's for what would be one unexpectedly boozy pot luck welcoming Fuzzy back for a visit.
(A little background - Tommy's been one of my best friends since we met in the dorms the first week our freshman year in college. He's a master of friend mashing - as in, so many people have met because/through him we could start a cult. How many people I have specifically because of him is a blog for another time, but I will say that good people tend to attract good people, this rule applies to Tommy, and Tommy's one of the best.)
It was a fantastic night. There was a scrumptious spread of a ton of cheese, some Torrisi goodies, taco dip, polenta somethings, wine, and lots oh lots of Jameson which we started enjoying with Hannah's hot toddy concoction, and then went on the rocks after we ran out. Needless to say the night got progressively more fuzzy, but some of the topics we covered:
Blogs before blogging was the thing
Man stank v. stank
Man stank in contrast to weed smell
Titanic (the movie not the boat)
Madison High School Girls Swimming 1992-2007
Reese Witherspoon's high level of bitchiness
Scary baby dancing:
Still life of whiskey and Tommy's face:
Middle School Dancing!
Megan and I got home late and got very little sleep before we got up to get me to the airport in the morning. I was exhausted for days, but it was beyond worth it. The trip was fabulous. I would not have changed a thing, other than to have more time. I can't wait to go back.