My Milk Shake Brings All the Boys to the Yard

New years morning we went to breakfast at the diner Relish in Brooklyn. They filmed the video for Milkshake there and the location perfectly fits the lyrics. The interior, not so much. There was a white plastic Christmas Tree inside with orange decorations and a big purple star on top. The diner was jammed full of Williamsburgh hipsters and they played Wooden Ships by Crosby, Stills and Nash over the load speaker. My friend Laura from high school invited us there with her friend Carlos.

We spent the night prior out until the wee hours of the morning. After a breif visit to a house party, we went to Buddakan in Chelsea. I didn't realize until much later that this is the same restaurant that Carrie Bradshaw had her rehersal dinner at in the movie Sex and the City. The walls were lined with desperate housewives and there had to be more botox in the entrance way then there was in all of Vermont. We had a bottle of champagne left over from the party we had just came from so we went to the bar and asked for some champagne glasses while we tried to blend in as if we had purchased the bottle there (definitely one of the more classy moments in my life). After a very long night we headed back to Brooklyn and dropped Laura off at her house on the way. When she called in the morning letting us know she was coming to pick us up for breakfast with her friend Carlos I was surprised.

Carlos pulled up in a hatchback with California plates. He said he had just moved here a few weeks ago to start a graffiti store with some friends. I wondered how that worked seeing as graffiti is usually not only unwanted, but also unpaid for. I was too tired to ask. At breakfast I quickly learned that Laura had just met Carlos the night before and as he ate his super sized breakfast (with wheat toast, organic cheeses and free range eggs) as if he hadn't eaten in months I became more weary of him. After breakfast he brought us to the store he and his friend were opening. He had forgotten his keys so we wandered through a building, down a flight of stairs that reminded me more of the Saw III movie then any kind of apartment building and into a basement filled with artsy hipsters. Luckily they were all very nice. Soon after we entered they all got up to leave and forgot that we were there. Carlos walked upstairs with them and we were left stranded in this brooklyn basement. We laughed about how we could of not only stayed there all day and hung out, but also rob them of all thier things... yet none of them seemed to care. I remembered I had my left over sandwich in his car, so we walked upstairs to find them. By the time we got there Carlos was driving away with my sandwich and a car full of people. He stopped and told us he would be right back, and we said ok and as he drove away we walked to the subway headed home.

I was back in Brooklyn last weekend and as I stood in an organic cheese store I remembered that morning and I realized that although your milkshake can still bring the boys to the yard in much of NYC, you are increasingly more likely in Brooklyn to meet a boy and have him bring you to a yard and serve you a milkshake... in a recycled container with organic milk. I'm still pissed about losing my sandwich that morning by the way.