Turnip Comes to Town: Day One

So, Turnip hit town this week. She had a gig on Monday for a Rod Stewart show and then has a wedding on Saturday and figured she'd stay with me the time in between. It's been a fun and exhausting time so far.

Monday night I had dinner in the West Village with some friends and then made a few of them have drinks with me while waiting for Kristie's show to end. She joined us at the White Horse for a drink and then we headed to her hotel room to gossip and then crash.

Tuesday we got up, checked out and had some breakfast. Then we headed to my place to dump her bags and laze around for a bit before running some errands. We wandered the 'hood some making appointments for Friday, doing a little costume jewelry shopping and scoping out where we wanted mani/pedis later in the week. Then a very late lunch before heading home to loaf and get pretty.

Tuesday night we met a couple of her college friends for Indian food, which was lovely and entertaining. And then we wanted a drink so headed over to The Stoned Crow. While Pumpkin and Spanky claim I never take them anywhere else to drink when they visit New York (not that either of them have visited me in years), Turnip had never been. We just had a couple drinks. None of the bartenders I knew (and lusted after) once upon a time were there and the place had more of an NYU vibe than a neighborhood bar vibe. They didn't even have nachos on the menu anymore. It all made me a little sad, but we had our drinks and chatted and it was nice. And now Turnip can say she's been to the Crow. After that, we headed home to crash.

*Smooch*

So... I was recently informed that back in the 10th grade I was not a very good kisser. If you know me, you can only imagine how well I took this news. For those who don't know me, I don't like my skills questioned. At all. Luckily the person criticizing my 15 year old lip locking abilities continued on to say that my skills improved greatly and now I am a phenomenal kisser. So this person was not maimed. And might actually get to kiss me again some day. Maybe. Though I'm still agonizing over the idea that I was not a fabulous kisser in my early days.

But, Daddy, the only thing I do with boys is kiss. Just so you know!