Greenpoint Represents at Atlantic Antic!
I did not go to the Brooklyn Blogade meet-up in Bedford Stuyvesant.
Sometimes you gotta quit blogging and start living. That’s what I did yesterday. My husband, best buddy Rachael and I went to the Atlantic Antic. Mr. Heather wanted to see buses. He saw them. Rachael wanted to consume all manner and variety of artery-clogging meatitude with the Mr. H. She did. What did I get?
A key lime pie beyond compare.
A self-absorbed bitch and her less attractive sycophant (engaged in the all too pervasive discussion about who was fucking who) bumping into me and spilling sangria on my shirt. Thankfully for them, my love of the movie Falling Down overrode my desire to get in their face.
Bad news. Your trust fund just tanked. And you’re
gonna dieforced to live like the rest of us, wearing that stupid hathair cut. How does it feel?
But enough negativity. Let’s talk Greenpointivity… and Atlantic Antic had it!
The fine fellas from Greenpoint’s very own Wine Cellar Sorbet were in effect. Don’t let the above photo fool you, they were…
Very, very busy.
Why? Because their product is fucking fantastic! The co-proprietor, Bret, did not recognize me at first (because of my constant hair color-changing, reclusive and overall chameleon-like behavior).
Hi, I’m Heather.
Bret (crazy busy): ?
Me: Miss Heather of Newyorkshitty.
Bret: I didn’t recognize you. You changed your hair!
High fives were exchanged. Sorbet was consumed and my husband, the Prince Consort of Shit, paid for it. It was delicious.
Click here to learn where you can get your own.
P.S.: You can check out my Atlantic Antic pix here.