So after Sal and I watched Julie and Julia, I got so hungry I began breaking out in cold sweat in the 2 blocks it took me to get to this Japanese fried chicken place at 19th and 7th. We gorged ourselves on TWENTY FIVE dollars of fried chicken, and I was still hungry, so I ran into Duane Reade to stock up on ice cream and other wonderfully sinful treats. And then waiting in line was ... Jay Lyons from the City, shamed ex boyfriend of the beautiful Whitney Port. Looking just as greasy as you'd think he'd look, and also kind of short and fat.
I emitted a tiny squeal, and Sal thought it was just because he was a decently good looking man, not because he was actually famous slash not. I tried very hard to suppress the urge to take a picture of him, and then ran into the subway and began consuming half of Sal's Edy's Dibs, while acting out the famous closing scene from the first season of the City in which Whitney calls Jay on all his bullshit, complete with Jay's weird Aussie accent.I also kept looking behind my shoulder to make sure he wasn't there and about to kick my ass.
All in a day's work, I suppose.
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