New York Shitty Day Ender: Roosevelt Avenue

As promised I am rounding out today’s postage with some highlights from my day trip to Queens. My buddy Richard and I got off at 90th Street, trekked 74th Street, grabbed some (DELICIOUS) Indian fare and called it day. And a great day it was: I thoroughly enjoyed taking in the sights, sounds and smells of Roosevelt Avenue! Before I proceed to the show I’d like to make a few observations/comments:

1. I loved— no, make that LOVED— Little Mexico in Elmhurst! I plan on going back when I am more flush and stocking up on all manner and variety of spicy foodstuffs.
2. My collection of “outcall” girlie/nudie cards now has seven new additions!
3. I encountered what has to be the creepiest Michael Jackson souvenir I have ever seen. Save perhaps the King of Pop’s missing proboscis which I would just as well never see.
4. “Baby Aroma” scented floor cleaner = very bad syntax
5. Roosevelt Avenue (or at least the pigeons who call it home) are none too impressed with Absolut Brooklyn. I can’t honestly say I blame them. Speaking as someone who lives in a neighborhood where every imaginable variety of the stuff can be had (including “Poland Spring Vodka” which goes for $2.00 a fifth with accompanying plastic cups at 5 cents each!) The idea of ginger and apple infused vodka strikes me as being thoroughly repulsive.*
6. The following slide show is (in my opinion) best seen in larger format (which can be done by clicking here).

Without further ado, here’s the show!

And on that note, dear readers, I am calling it a night!

Miss Heather

*As does Vodkagate (a term coined by Aaron Short) AKA: FOLCfest (an acronym I adore which comes courtesy of Fucked In Park Slope) AKA: Giant Blogger Circle Jerk (as coined by my friends to the south at FreeWilliamsburg) for that matter. I tried to voice my disgust via comments on Cityroom to no avail. My comment was not published. They trotted out a bona fide (and seemingly unapologetic) Payola taker and deemed her worthy of dispensing advice to bloggers yet my comment, which criticized her actions in a very civil if harsh manner, did not meet their exacting standards. Perhaps next time I should offer them a bottle of vodka?  No worries, I had the presence of mind to take a screencap.