So Jekyll and Hyde’s is

So Jekyll and Hyde’s is pretty much an Applebee’s on Halloween crack. I think the enthusiasm level was a little low on the part of the staff, due to the fact that it was a Wednesday night in the middle of August, which I’m guessing is not their normal busy time. All the elements were there: fog machine, crazy singing masks on the walls, creepy fortune telling machines, Frankenstein monsters descending from the ceiling, but the energy level was just a little low. It didn’t help that there would be bursts of activity and noise and some weird show, then complete silence for a while, not even background music. Maybe we just needed more beers.

We made Tom an Esteemed Member, which got him a skull goblet with a rummy drink and some various other toys. My favorite part of the evening was when a staff member approached the table next to ours, with two small boys running around, and said jovially, “I’m looking for Tom! Who’s Tom over here!” And the parents looked confused and we had to motion him over to OUR table. The guy missed a beat, then regained composure and handed Tom a Happy Meal-esque bag and launched into a description of the contents (finger catcher, fake witch finger, little games) and made Tom learn a secret handshake. The little boys from the neighboring table ran over, the smallest holding a big cookie and with ice cream around his mouth, and the waiter admonished them, “Are you Tom? No. This is for TOM.” And they ran away.

I talked to Sweet Lucy last night on the phone. She’s a friend of Willow’s who is going through some tough times and just moved to Brooklyn with her boyfriend only to be immediately harassed on the subways and moved into a bug-infested apartment with a craptastic landlord. They are freaked out and want to move to the Upper East Side, and I want to hug them both and tell them how lovely Brooklyn can be and that it is always hard when you first move here and there are bad parts of the UES too and that it gets better it always gets better. I’m hoping to meet her soon to tell her these things in person, because sometimes you just need a happy human face on a situation to help it out.

I’m getting my dress tailored today, and there appear to be approximately ZERO tailors near me that are not attached to dry cleaners. So, to get to the reputable wedding dress hemming lady, I had to go to Krista’s early this morning, pick up the dress, and carry it (along with a bag fulla bustier and shoes) through the rush hour commute to work. Which is a pocketful of FUN, lemme tell you. On one of the three trains I had to take, I was forced to sit next to a chatty girl and her boyfriend who ATE their egg on a roll breakfasts, bumped into me repeatedly, and listened loudly to iPod music. If I’d been forced to taste anything, the assault on my senses would have been complete and I might have done something unseemly to them involving their stinky breakfast leftovers.

I would just like to note for the record that it just started raining. On the day I have to troop around town with my dress in tow. God is workin’ my last nerve.

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