Bushwick House - Brooklyn, NY

This morning I opened my eyes and WHOA, there's Fatty Jack the Tub Cat right in my face like, "Sup. Pet me." So I did. We had a moment and it was good. When he realized I would not be getting up to feed him he finally ditched me. Men.



So, it's my birthday. I went out with a few friends to Zen Palate the other night to celebrate a little early. Slokes had a mild panic attack when we discovered that they don't serve alcohol, even though he had gone out for cocktails beforehand. Love me some Slokes. It was basically the perfect birthday dinner. Much fun was had and no meat was eaten, because I don't want people eating dead animals in order to celebrate my birthday. Gross.