adventures of mascarah.
I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.
Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.
A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.
If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com
I’m craving a kick ass Lobster Roll, so I have decided that I will be dining at Bongo tomorrow after work.
Eating alone has never really bothered me too much, but of course there is always the awkward response from the hostess, “oh, just one?”
I have had people tell me that they would never dine alone. My philosophy is that there is no reason I should wait around for friends (or a date) to go eat good food.
I go to movies and restaurants alone all the time. Because of that I know the staff at 1/2 of the restaurants in the West Village, which can come in handy. I find no shame in rolling solo.
This being said, I wish I could come with you tomorrow night! Yes, I’m totally inviting myself. However, I have Gossip Girl date plans. But if you ever want an impromptu dinner date—please ring me.
