Reader! So much, so very, very much...
New York Cares: So many ironic mustaches, so many finance dorks trying so hard to get laid, so many crazies at the Starbucks, so much odor! Molly goes to H&H, mystifying Tata, and Dan is the welcome committee, obviously, to Thai lunch on the UWS. Aspirational living among the brownstones in the "Burlingame of Brooklyn," Brooklyn Heights, perilous pink ladders to the unsanctioned rooftop in Greenpoint (are you thinking of a PJ Harvey song? me too!). Strange formations of hipsters surrounding our neighborhood park (they're, uh, flocking this way), later revealed to be a line-up for free tickets to Yo La Tengo at the pool (obvs). [Next week it's an outdoor screening of Rushmore (double obvs).] Listening to the YLT concert later, on aforementioned rooftop. Welcome to Williamsburg night = Sex Panthers on the DUMBO waterfront, followed by bar Connect 4 with a dude I'm fairly sure just finished his stint with the IDF. The Israelis, man, they always find me.
Bed shopping, bed hopping around the boroughs until the lease starts. Getting things homey for Xin, waiting til he returns from Burning Man. Online window shopping for "deals" on Danish mid-century pieces. Resting up way out on Lon Gisland, looking forward to a Labor Day weekend in West Egg, all while I blog from my beloved green-trimmed college apartment desk, where I did work on my computer before Facebook existed. Oh, that heady time.
Frakkin-a, Reader, I haven't even moved in yet! Best. Life. Ever.*
*Yes, I'm slightly nauseated at myself, too.
2 comments:
I don't know about all that such-and-such about faces, places, and spaces...but what a title!!! Pure high-grade genius...
wtf is up with everyone being at burning man? fuck invesco, obama should have accepted the nomination at burning man.
boyyyeeeee! glad you're so happy on the east coast. stick with it!
xoxo
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