So last night got a bit out of hand. It started innocently enough, with 8 pitchers of Brooklyn Lager at Brooklyn Bowl for "The Boys" 10,000 day of life party. Once I realized my bank account was bone dry we decided to wade through the sea of hipsters and headed to Brooklyn's most efficiently priced watering hole, Rosemary's Greenpoint Tavern. After throwing back several 32 oz. Styrofoam Steveweisers, I noticed my girl Ms. Ma'am chilling at the end of the bar. She is without a doubt the hottest, baldest, most feisty 85 year old black woman you'll ever meet. We've had an on again, off again thing for the last year and a half since I started going to Rosemary's and once she put Maria Carey on the jukebox we fell right back into our old song and dance. I just wanted to hear that she missed me but once I asked for a picture this cougar tried to take advantage of me. Contrary to popular opinion our lips and tongues never touched and my trip to the clinic this morning was just my annual checkup and nothing more.
PS- I cant really blame her for making a move, I mean my homeless person look is pretty much irresistible and the Valentines Day motif in Rosemary's was straight electric.
This is great shot mav, I should be a photographer....
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