![]() Here's some crap I don't really care about that they also have here: large piercing station with large selection swords and other nerdy weapons incense, candles, tribal things, wiccan things drug paraphernalia. And you can put up with that because they always have enough people on staff that they never make you wait for anything. Their staff has been trained to flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you to convince him to buy things. Their music selection is to punk and metal what Kim's is to independent and foreign film. Their clothing selection = Trash + Search & Destroy. Utopia is the entire East Village all crammed into one store, with an infomercial about swords thrown in for good measure. I don't know, maybe I'm being harsh, but I like people to engage me in conversation, instead of acting cool, bored or too good to do so. Hence the reason I did not tip him for the minute it took him to change the jewelry in three spots. Most places in NYC do it for free, as long as you buy the jewelry there. All I got were one-wordy replies and comments that he couldn't see my piercings at all, because "your hair is in the way." Well, sorry, let me go walk to where you are sitting, because you can't get up from your perch.įurthermore, they charge you $5 to change jewelry for you. I don't pretend to know sh-t about jewelry for a tragus or a helix, and so I asked him instead. Regardless, I found my way to the piercer and engaged the seemingly cocky (or aloof?) piercer in conversation as to what I was looking for (and asking what I could and could not reasonably get). Either that, or half of their ceiling had caved in. When I arrived, the place was undergoing some kind of construction. I went here to get a much-needed change of jewelry for my ear piercings. This was my first time here (to most people who know me, this is surprising news). Â Have fun, be discreet and pick up some toys! Let's just say her cover story was blown and she left there about $200 lighter and maybe only one of those items was a gag gift ) Â I don't judge - it is interesting to see and there were some magnificent creations in there to help you get your smoke on. The other half of the room is devoted to pipes, bongs, hookahs and assorted paraphernalia for those of you who smoke. Â We had great fun playing with all the toys and imagining just why in the hell would you want to stick that big rubber fist up your cooter? Â Indeed. Â Sex tapes, rubber fists and more vibrators, dildos, and lube than you can imagine would be needed or even existed can be found on the left side of the back room. ![]() that, my friends, is where a good time can be had by all. Â The real fun stuff is beyond the door near the register. We headed down and there is a selection of tame sex stuff - stockings, dick shaped drink stirrers and the like. Â There was a good selection of incense for you patchouli sniffers but the real fun is in the basement. The place is two floors- upstairs they have a lot clothing: bathing suits, beach wear, t-shirts and the like. This interesting place has you covered for incense, bongs (um, I mean hookahs) and an assortment of sex toys that would make a deviant smile.īanging around one day I get a random text from an ex about meeting for lunch and escorting her to Utopia as she had a bachelorette party to hit and wanted the usual dildo gag gift and off we went to Utopia. ![]()
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