Okay, I've complained about outdoor dining before. But I must reiterate the hate with yet another reason. Last night, I went to the Gowanus Yacht Club in Carroll Gardens for the first time for my friend Ami's going away party. They should call that place the Gowanus Swamp -- I wasn't there but half an hour before I got bitten by mosquitoes on my leg, arm, and shoulder. And this despite the fact that I sprayed on plenty of hippie bug spray right before leaving the house. I don't care how cheap those burgers and PBRs are. I love you, friends, but let's not have dinner at a place where my blood is the house special. Excuse me while I break out the trusty steroid cream for my three itchy new boobs.
Hey Ganda...owwwee, that's gotta itch like a mother! Yeah, I'm pretty prone to getting mosquito bites, too, and I hate it when people say "Oh sweetie, you just have sweet blood." And I'm like, "No I don't! This place just sucks!!!"
mosquitoes SUCK.
HA HA HA HA HA ha ha....ha....hee...hoo...hmmm...
It's like the mosquitoes can smell the tropics in my blood. "Your parents thought they could give you a better life in America? Bitch, we gonna bring Thailand to YOU."