but if it was anything less than the glory pictured below - you know me not.
|just noticed the one randomly astray cucumber. run free, little one.|
My idea of a party comes with many-a-haughty expectation.
True, a good round of Kanye's "Gold Digger" can usually get me up and going (read: awkwardly gyrating), but there's really nothing like a pound of veggies, fried chickpea nuggets, and a lusciously gooey and warm (and snuggleable ... believe me, I tried) piece of pita to get ol' Gabby here fist-pumpin'.
Or "oy veying", considering the circumstances.
But I'd like to think that my kosher-black skirt more than makes up for my shoe slip.
|i me my mo moo am wearing: Jacket: Rome, skirt, shirt: UO, necklace: H&M, shoes: Gap|
Anyhoot. If you're ever in Le Marais, definitely check out Rue des Rosiers (especially on a Sunday - it's the only place poppin')
If not, just eat falafel.