It was a Vampire Weekend.

Friday I went to one of the oldest bars in NYC- McSorleys. The place has never been dusted. Above the rough wooden bar hangs a neglected furry light fixture. Hey wait...are those wishbones hanging from there? Yes. The story goes that before men went off to war, they would come in for a meal and hang their turkey bone one the chandelier. When they returned home from service they would take it down. The light was full of them. How sad...

Saturday morning at Union Square. Eating a peach on a bench when The Amazing Race is going on before my eyes. The lady a couple benches over was one of their check-points. P.S.- for those of you who didn't know...Erin and sent in a try-out tape and application for the show. No call backs.

Saturday afternoon on my way to see Vampire Weekend @ the East River Amphitheater, I stop in Chinatown to grab a Vita Chrysanthemum Tea juice box. I had heard it was the best (It was okay, but maybe not THE best). Vamp W: I loved it, loved it, loved it. And so did everyone in the GAP commercial down by the stage. I say this b/c they were all dancing wildly at three in the afternoon, w/ no drinks, and were all totally lovely. A butterball in the audience basted himself in the sun w/ his own sweat, daring to further his "I fell asleep in the sun" fried skin stretched tightly across his hard Purdue Belly.. Picnics in the grass. Kids running up and down the amphitheater stairs. Woah...Is that John Mcenroe? No, but almost. Ben, from your description I'd say this fellow nabbed your pale yellow shorts. While I'm sure he had love for his absent racket, he showed much love and respect for his skateboard, leaving it outside the porta-potty by its lonesome during a stop.

Post Vamp W Bloody Mary---Killer! All-American Will eats a hot dog, later thumb restles a painted plaster italian chef statue, and does a cartwheel in front of a moving taxi. We ask bouncers in front of enormous wooden doors which Wizard of Oz characters we are. The big ol' bouncer claims he is OZ. I bust out push ups in an empty club and crip walk in front of American Apparel as "man on bench" shouts, "Snoop Doggy Dog!" Awesome bubble-blowin' kids at Misshapes.

Chandler and I make plans for Bread Stuy (in Bed-Stuy). I am tuning out the comment, "Why do women like bread so much." Anyways...very exciting, but we just haven't made it yet. And that about wraps it up and catches you up, so keep yer heads up.

P.S. A haircut, I beg of you!! Please Anna, I need your help.

Lastly: 2 Fams Unite. Yeah, Meg! Yeah, Jas! (w/ a long "a" of course).

Dish out Dough for a Dish

Down spring street you'll find two perfectly adorable little places to treat yourself some fine afternoon: Pinkberry & Rice to Riches.

The first sells yogurt w/ a billion toppings to chose from to mix w/ it. Bo, a fellow designer fancies a deadly trio of kiwi, blueberries, and cocoa puffs on her yogurt.

The second sells a million flavors of rice pudding. Janet, another fellow designer goes nuts for the cappuccino flavor.

Cute is a four-letter word.

Take The Long Way Home

Yes Supertramp, sometimes I do indeed. Not today though, but let's discuss. I live in a far away place with dragons, fairies, fried chicken, and block parties. This lovely place is nestled in charming Bed-Stuy. I am almost at Broadway Junction, where the L, J, A, and C trains meet in Brooklyn.

I normally take the C train, you remember Charlie, right? It's fine, usually works through the week, but almost never late at night or on weekends due to track work. Sometimes A is Charlie's substitute, a dirty ugly train. If Hopstop tells me so, I will take J, a bit of a walk and sometimes invites more dirty looks and rude comments along the way. The J is older and uglier than A, and it's slower, I swear.

But if I have the time and can avoid most of these letters, I will take the L any day, all day long. It's cold, clean, pretty, fast, and has a calming electronic voice that announces stops you otherwise have'nt a chance of understanding, and a couple light up maps in each car to show you stops and which one you are at. Lovely. It goes a little out of my way, past my stop, but isn't it worth it? Sigh. "Why can't you be more like your brother?, Why can't you be more like your sister?", some parents may inquire. But I ask you and everyone at MTA, "Why can't all trains be more like the L?"

Sun_Day in the Life

Woke up, I felt my best.
Dragged a comb across my chest.
Down 2 the Hudson & propped my feet up.
As I warmed up, I noticed I was great.
Found my shorts & grabbed my sax,
Need to tune, that note was flat.
Sat up on the rail. Arpeggios.
Payed in Cheerios & I'm livin' a dream.


Sunday Night Yum: I made huevos rancheros. A Mexican miracle!

T to the RAIN

Blame it on C train, not comin' not comin'
Blame it on the cars, with crazies at night
Whatever you do, don't take the one or two
Blame it on the trains yeah, yeah
You can blame it on the trains

Great New Weightloss Program!

It's called No Air Conditioning. My loaner A/C is now back in its owner's hands. What's a girl to do? Can I last the rest of the summer w/out it? Am I being a big fat baby?

Yowsers...I just jacked three of Snow's buddies: sneezy/stuffy/itchy. I'm starting to think that I'm allergic to my roommates cat. I don't understand, I grew up always having dog/s. Why now? Will this allergy include all pets? I was dreaming about my next apt including a big fluffy dog. I miss Joe.