Alcohol destroys my attempts at dieting. I'm not a heavy guy, in fact I'm pretty thin but I hate the fact that my love handles are growing as fast as Barry Bond's head. The last couple days I had to go to the W hotel in Times Square for work. The best thing about the W or any W is the bartenders. The hiring practices are obvious -- if you're an attractive, skinny female that enjoys wearing a short black skirt and don't mind your boobs popping out on occassion while pouring drinks, then you're hired. Goodness gracious.
Last night we headed to Blue Fin and usually I'm not a fan of any restaurant in the Times Square area. I think Blue Fin is owned and operated by the same folks who operate Blue Water Grill (down in Union Square). So it wasn't half bad. It was surprisingly busy but must've been the hotel customers filling up the restaurant.
Today I went bowling at Chelsea Piers. I rarely go bowling in NYC. I've been to the 3 main bowling centers on Manhattan: Bowlmar, Chelsea Piers and Port Authority. PA is the scariest -- it is in Hell's Kitchen. At Bowlmar I saw Jeff Gordon of Nascar fame. Chelsea Piers is convenient because it's near my apt. If I crack 100 then I consider it a success and it was a success for 1 of 3 games.
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