December 2009
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21 Days Left: Daisy Mays
It’s the first awful night of the year. Freezing, pouring rain, biting winds, can’t get a cab trying to make my way uptown to a Daisy Mays’ 46th & 11th ave location that couldn’t be farther from the subway. My umbrella breaks. I step in a puddle. I’m under-dressed.
It’s times like these that I want to tell New York to go fuck itself.
I’ve spent a...
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22 Days Left: Bon Chon
One of the few enjoyable things about the Writer’s Guild strike two years ago was that I had the time and general lack of daily purpose to get stoned a lot more. It was nice. After a morning of awful picketing in the January freeze we’d go back to the closest apartment, smoke up and play video games or get something awesome to eat. One day after picketing by Fox, Donald Glover (by...
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23 Days Left: Pickle Guys
I was walking around Essex street when I passed the 100 year old pickle-district (yes, NYC has a pickle-district) and I remembered the last time I was there:
5th grade. 1993.
I went to a very small private school growing up and something that isn’t often understood by people who went to public school is that private schools are basically just glorified babysitters at the beck &...
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24 Days Left: Donut Plant (NSFW)
I know I’m writing a blog about eating like a ravenous maniac, so I shouldn’t say anything. What’s that phrase about people and glass houses?
“If you’re an overweight pig, don’t install so many windows. It’s gross for the neighbors.”
I’m pretty sure that’s it. I know I should take that advice, but there’s something about donuts...
SHE SAID YES!!!
We’re sitting down at my kitchen table now, just like old times!
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25 Days Left: John's Pizzeria (1st pizza!!)
Dear Pizza,
It’s me, your old boyfriend Dan Gregor. I hope this letter finds you well.
I know it has been a long time since we last spoke. I’m sure I hurt you when I left so unexpectedly. I was experimenting with some new fad diet that told me you were bad for me. It told me that all the fun times and carbs we had were unhealthy and destructive. It told me I should delete you from...
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26 Days Left: Moustache!
I go out to dinner with a bunch of friends to this awesome Lebanese place I’ve meaning to try- MOUSTACHE!
Calie is still in town visiting from Boston and if I hadn’t mentioned it already, she’s a funny lady. For most of my childhood she was simultaneously the funniest girl i’d EVER known and the best girl at sports i’d EVER seen. Even though there were only 5 girls...
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27 Days Left: La Bonbonniere (AKA- BonBon)
I wake up from some shenanigans the night before kinda hung over. I stumble into the living room and am surprised to find my friend Calie laying on the couch looking dead. She’s not moving, her eyes are wide open, the dog is growling at her like something is off.
Oh crap. What did we do last night? Did I accidentally kill my oldest friend in the world in some sort of drunken rage? Was...
28 Days Left: Israeli Thanksgiving
I’m jealous of my friends whose families live in far off places so they get to spend Thanksgiving with their friends. My Israeli dad clearly feels the same way because a couple years ago he got tired of spending Thanksgiving with his own extended family, and decided it was the new family tradition to hang out with his Israeli friends and talk about soccer.
When I said, “If you want to...