Cosa nostra

For us to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day, and worried about their bills, were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.

~”Henry Hill” – Goodfellas

So, the waiting staff at NYDC nervously served us while we ate, chatted and took turns taking pictures of each other. Nervous because you know what happens if you cross some bloggers, like say, if you stole their taxis, y’know? Man, we were so powerful, mr brown was even able to get the waitress to lower the volume of the music, so we could like, talk business.

Da rest of da crew, Darollo, da Calm One, da Idler, Jimmy da Geek and Preetamio, dey did a good job of cleaning up da mess. Dey had a system. You gotta have a system.

Sorely missed was Cowboy Caleb, who was on undercover assignment tonight on an ongoing covert operation. Xiaxue and Adri were there, and that’s all that matters. Xiaxue was sporting a glorious tan, Adri was carrying a Paul Theroux book, and I love them both very, very much. But Adri, she says we shouldn’t blog about how much we are in love, because that’s just not done. So I will stop gushing now.

Nervous waiter serves Xiaxue
Nervous waiter takes orders from Xiaxue.

Simi sai also take

Adri and her uncles
Angel’s Charlies I

Xiaxue and her uncles
Angel’s Charlies II

Surf stop: in transit
iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: Murder Incorporated – Bruce Springsteen – Greatest Hits, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music.
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