i’m laying on a king-sized bed in aka, a hotel near central park where my friend amanda’s company is putting her up. we’re watching top chef on a sony flatscreen across the room. there’s some drama on tv with a team of chefs that’s trying to execute an asian food menu. shit’s going down.

earlier tonight we had some good sushi at omido. the desserts rocked. i ate this awesome mango parfait with marscapone cheese and amanda had this choccy cake. our friend ashley had some crazy truffle thingies that you dip in tea sauce and eat with a vanilla flan. weird. but yum.

this place is sweet. the bathtub looks awesome. amanda said she took a bath but didn’t notice the awesome, designer bath salts so she has to try again.

once we got back to her hotel we watched a show on the CW called “farmer wants a wife.” it was ridic.

omg. i’ve been here for over an hour and amanda just told me that she has beer. i guess it’s ok. i still owe her 20 bones. i want a nice hotel to escape to in other cities. rock.