today i went across the street to check out the newly-opened Momofuku Milk Bar. their tasty treats are renowned, so i got a Milk Coffee (i am significantly intolerant to both milk and coffee) and a croissant. the grand total for these two items came to over ten dollars. mortified that i had not ventured to check on those prices before purchasing this mid-morning snack, i silently handed over my debit card. just like that. the croissant was a KNOCK OUT, with this thick green unexpected pistachio (!) goo all throughout its innards, and the Milk Coffee was successful in giving me highly uncomfortable crazy head spinny jitters for the better part of the afternoon. of course, the question that begs to be answered here is, how much is too much, and what does that even mean??
strangely enough, i also had some pistachio ice cream tonight, by accident, so i guess today was all about pistachios, or "fistiki" as they say in Greek, and the Greeks sure do one fucking tasty pistachio. it's good to have a cone of melting green pistachio ice cream in hand as you walk toward the Acropolis, for example, while your face is practically baking off in that terrifying Grecian sun. pistachios were also evidently prominently featured in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, which says a lot for a nut, and maybe even a little for king Nebuchadnezzar who put them there. that man seriously scared the shit out of me as a kid, what with his golden idols and raging fires and what not.
my friend Steve wanted a cat, so he got two kittens, both of which he had to give away in the end. that proves two things: men are children, and two kittens is too much.
