Met-Up w/ Independent George...

The Goddess wrote:

I had a date with George, too. He got me drunk on bloody marys and then shamed me in front of the White House. Then he left town. Typical male.

Such is true. So, too, his five-star accommodations. In addition and that same day, he made me drop my ice cream cone. Terroristard.

The dropping of the ice cream wouldn't have been so bad if i hadn't been screaming like a little four-year old girl.

As for the hotel, well....this was one nice freakin' hotel. As I am someone often distracted by shiny objects, I did find this to be one of the coolest things I'd ever seen in a hotel.



Yes, folks. A television in the bathroom mirror. You can shave (well, others can shave!) and watch SportsCenter at the same time.

Independent George wrote:

Yes, folks. A television in the bathroom mirror. You can shave (well, others can shave!) and watch SportsCenter at the same time.

A television in the bathroom mirror and all you can think of is shaving and watching SportsCenter? Couldn't you conjure up some decent erotic use for this wonderful piece of technology?

If this is the best you can do I'm beginning to think that it's no wonder that the Summer of George has fizzled.

What I really want to know is if George or i95 had the chip sandwich....

pastrami-on-wry wrote:

Independent George wrote:

Yes, folks. A television in the bathroom mirror. You can shave (well, others can shave!) and watch SportsCenter at the same time.

A television in the bathroom mirror and all you can think of is shaving and watching SportsCenter? Couldn't you conjure up some decent erotic use for this wonderful piece of technology?

If this is the best you can do I'm beginning to think that it's no wonder that the Summer of George has fizzled.

Couldn't find the DVD player...so, porn wasn't an option.

And, neither of us dined on the chip sandwich - though we did confirm its existence.

The Goddess wrote:

What I really want to know is if George or i95 had the chip sandwich....

For (pastrami-on-wry) those (pastrami-on-wry) of (pastrami-on-wry) you (pastrami-on-wry) not (pastrami-on-wry) in (pastrami-on-wry) the (pastrami-on-wry) know (pastrami-on-wry), the sandwich The Goddess references is Eamonn's not-on-the-menu "Chip Butty" which can nonetheless be ordered and consists of hand-cut, thick and (Irish) "chips" style french fries served-up as a sandwich and smothered in Kerrygold Pure Irish Butter.




Anthony Bourdain apparently labled such concoction "evil."


(Oh, and to answer your question, neither of us ordered this specific offering lest it become the "Summer of Gorge." )