When it rains it pours. I mentioned previously that I'm fighting a cold - and yesterday I needed to stock up on some provisions. I went to the Dollar Store (crackers for chicken soup), to Rite Aid (drugs - sweet, delicious drugs), and finally to the Grocery Store (the aforementioned chicken soup) before heading back to my apartment. On my way home, while crossing a busy, slushy, muddy, icy Queens street - loaded down with shopping bags - I suddenly BUSTED.MY.ASS...
Ouch! As a result, I was sore, disgustingly muddy AND felt like crap. And to add insult to injury, no cute Papi came to my rescue. In fact, I didn't get so much as a "You alright?" from anyone - I had to just brush myself off and continue on my way.
Therefore, for the third night in a row, I went to bed early - which means I missed Top Chef.
But I have GOOD NEWS! If you would like to read a Top Chef recap which was written by the adorable Fabio himself - head on over to MinxEats HERE. Make sure you tell him David sent you.
In the meantime, I'll be nursing my sore throat (and ass)...
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