Good morning, Wednesday. Had a nice little meal at Vietnamese pop up Soothsayer in the East Village last night- it's run by an old pal and really I'm still thinking about the spring rolls. So good.
Something else I'm still thinking about? The Olympics last night. Wowsers. U.S.FUCKING.A.
So two days ago I was saying how absolutely irrelevant the Olympics are- to me it's a slap in the face to poor Brazilians as well as an extraordinary expense globally on money that can be way better spent for those in need. Don't get me started on the space program, ps. Just don't.
But last night's wins in women's gymnastics and men's swimming (we won gold earlier in the day for women's swimming) were just spectacular. I love the female gymnasts, their girl power, and chatter with each other. They are the cutest final five I've ever seen, and they are a sheer force. But really, let's talk about the men's swim team.
I've never made it secret that I have always found American men to be the most attractive of the species. I can't help it. Sure, European men are romantic and smooth, but American boys have that sense of humor, that rebellious confidence, and most of all- that swag. I love that swag. And the men of the swim team are in it to not only win it, but take it. I can't even with them. And although I have my own American, Kentucky born man, I'm a little in love with those boys in the pool. I mean- Ryan Lochte's blonde hair. I die. He is the most. (Single girls, I hear he's all Tindered up at the Olympic Village. Not to late to hop a flight to Rio.)
And Phelps's attitude was getting on my nerves earlier in the week, but if you have that many gold medals I suppose you deserve it. After all, if Obama can golf with Steph Curry, Phelps can sneer at the competition. Swag game is strong with our men folk. And I was happy to stay up late and watch those boys bring home the gold, together. Two OGs like Lochte and Phelps and then two young stars like Townley Haas and Conor Dwyer, inspiring all of us. Yea I know I should be praising the women and their power and their badassery, but dear Lord I love those American boys. Particularly when they bring home the gold. Any distraction from batshit Trump is welcome. He is very, very far from the most. And not my brand of American, I can assure you of that.
Cause that's what's up this Lochte locks kind of Wednesday in the 212, Yours, in American boys and going for the gold. XO