hot date

i just got back from a hot lunch date with the always ghetto fabulous Poshua. we dined in the overpriced basement cafeteria of the uniquely vile trump tower, which is conveniently located very near to - and in between - our offices. i'm pretty sure we were the closest things to legitimate new yorkers in the place, and although i didn't see The Donald himself (did he make up that nickname? it seems like he would have...), i got a souvenir lock of his hair in a satin bow fastened with an "I (heart) DT" pin. ah, the fruits of good taste...