JI (3152–62), pt. 2. Nearly every customer was wearing a cheap festive hat and some were touching plastic champagne “glasses” together as the staff took multiple group selfies. I felt bad when the deliveryman came in two minutes after midnight. I ordered a dessert (a macaroon horseshoe, because I’d seen another customer, a police officer, with one) that couldn’t possibly have been included with the dinner but the waitress didn’t charge me any extra for it.
Great nose on the E (6638–39).
Feeding Cookie in subfreezing temperatures (3163–64).
37th Ave. Bacon, fried egg and American cheese sandwich on a poppy בײגל, and salsa Turkey and Gouda cheese sandwich on a sesame בײגל from KLD (16:36–37). أحمد was my cashier and confirmed that I wanted Gouda cheese despite our different pronunciations of the name of the Dutch city by spelling it to me. “Please Don’t Take Me ☹” (3165). S— looked particularly handsome through the DR window.
Ran into Cor. on 72nd St. and gave him my Xmas boner bonus. He told me how he combines blue and purple hair dye, complimented my winter coat and described his winter holidays as “chill,” which I concurred was certainly the right word.