May 4th, 2008
I don’t care how you spent your Saturday night, because my Saturday night was clearly much more entertaining. I saw an Elvis impersonator in a pastry shop in Astoria, Queens. What did you do?
I don’t care how you spent your Saturday night, because my Saturday night was clearly much more entertaining. I saw an Elvis impersonator in a pastry shop in Astoria, Queens. What did you do?
Wow. That’s amazing. But not the Elvis guy. The fact that you were at a pastry shop on a Saturday night. Wow.
05.04.08 at 10:45 pm
I just knew he wasn’t dead.
05.05.08 at 1:19 am
Not to knock you, because I spend enough time living in Flushing/Fresh Meadows to appreciate your pastry shop adventure. But please… If your life’s notable moments are defined by brief walks through city parks and pastry elvis encounters - you can keep your entertaining experience all to yourself. My life upstate provides far better life moments than you’ve ever experienced. You don’t care how I spent my Saturday - GOOD FOR YOU. I think you should prance around not caring, and announcing out through your window how you don’t care… loudly.
05.11.08 at 12:14 am