It's cool, we can still be friends

Alright, yes I am being silly. We have a black president-elect! Suck it, cynics! The long national nightmare that was the Sarah Palin news cycle is over. America - fuck yeah! I will not be unemployed forever, and in the meantime I have time to do things like walk across the Brooklyn Bridge with out of town guests. And search Little Italy for pig candy. And drink wine with my grandmother at her ladies' club. And take in an Abstract Expressionist show at a gallery called Haunch of Venison. All free!

Also, come on, this is Brooklyn! Molly runs into Timothy Busfield all the time. The friend's birthday party I attended on Monday featured a concert with members of Beirut and The Arcade Fire and Zach Condon was there! We love our neighbors and Fall is lasting forever and I run into Darnell on the subway. What I was saying in July about anticipatory household joy, and Xin and Molly being good for mental stability and whatnot - all true! So I've got that going for me, which is nice.

No need to call, folks, I'm cool.