I have a new column up on The Simon today. It's a short one because I've been up to my eyeballs in work and I don't function well (or at all) when I don't sleep. I've been meaning to write one about Chuck Klosterman for weeks now, but I haven't gotten through all his books, mostly because of the aforementioned work and the social obligations that you read and see so much about on this blog. Someday, though...someday...
Tomorrow I am working from noon until eleven o'clock at night. If I get cranky around nine, as I usually do when I have to do that much overtime, don't be alarmed.
I was also going to talk some serious shite today about Ess-A-Bagel on First Avenue and 21st Street, because I had a less than pleasant dining experience.
For starters, I don't know what's up with them not toasting bagels. Instead, they make them "hot." Um, not toasting a bagel is a tease, kind of like dry humping when what you really want is to have sex. Secondly, they get angry when you ask for a bagel that they no longer have, such as the ubiquitous egg bagel, my favorite. I had slept until noon and was ravenously hungry. The last thing I needed was a hostile bagel boy. Bah.
My morning trip to the bagel shoppe is sacred to me, and I realize the error in my ways by going to Ess-A-Bagel. Gramercy Bagels, I will never stray again.
