Brownie and I had such a good time at the Vendys, I think a post each is not out of the question. I danced, I ate, I thought about how the man fool enough to make an honest woman of me just might have a Vendy Award reception idea to deal with. Now, for my photo essay...
When I got lost in DUMBO, all I saw ahead of me was a guy in a "Eat the Street" t-shirt; like a beacon of hope, he led me to the light.
Is everybody ready?
The various camera crews went around early.
Get out the vote! This is a democracy! If you don't vote, you can't complain.
They wuz robbed.
Dear Ben Van Leeuwen, the next time I see your truck unattended, I may "borrow" it. I am working on my stick shift skillz. XOXO, Blondie
Enjoying the perks of being the reigning champ.
The Tobacco Warehouse is quite possibly one of the greatest venues in NYC.
Who's manning the trucks?!
I went to sleep thinking about you, my love.
I'm a sucker for guys who can correctly pronounce Michel Cluizel, and feed me ice cream and hot fudge. I do give Ben props since he had second-degree burns on his hand from a caramel incident the day before.
We love Kim. (Sidenote: Dot will be hitting the streets soon; Kim's been working on getting her permits and whatnot in order.)
I don't think he's taking this well.
He sets my mouth en fuego, and I love it.
In their defense, they were super nice and wouldn't stop serving even when told to by the organizers.
'till next year, guys!