i'll be honest. saturday was such a fantastic day. yes, i am a few days late, but today is the first day that i've done absolutely nothing. i woke up grumpy - saturday - because the thought of an impending hurricane gives me some uncomfortable but seriously stupid memories, but thankfully, i was able to move myself, that is, mainly out of bed.
i've been taking these body reading classes and they have been amazing. not a chance sorry that i'll give up my secrets here, but they have certainly made me more perceptive on so many facets and for that i am so beyond grateful because who doesn't want to be more in touch with this place we're living in otherwise known as the world. that or crawl under a rock, i suppose, but i've always valued the more gregarious side of my social little self.
so, things i saw.
the sky over manhattan, the hurricane still churning some 200 miles away. the Williamsburg Bridge. i've seen this scene a million times, and it's still always so pretty looking down this kind of shady little alley, i really don't know exactly why. Diner, i do believe the best place for hot cuisine sex in Williamsburg. they write out the menu on your table or on a slip of cash register ticker tape - they can't keep a standard menu since everything is always being switched up since it's always so goshdarn freshy fresh. there was duck fat donuts soaked in creme anglais with chunky sugar that shouted "i love you and only you" to your mouth buds, scottish eggs that positively made a chaise lounge out of the back of your throat, what's better than deep fried perfect prosciutto wrapping soft boiled balls, duck crepes that's duck confit mixed with sweet shredded crepes from the tables of mount olympus, sweet trout making out with bacon, and homemade salt and vinegar CHIPS that actually DISSOLVE on your tongue.
i'm not done. i was so jubilant over brekkie that someone asked if it was my first time in restaurant, but look why can't one just be happy about life??? then there was the puppy that was really a big fat warm potato and the wall of red ivy art that i thought about stripping to take away for my All Hallow's Eve costume but the neighborhood residents would probably tar and feather me, the cutest ever grungy little gremlindog that i loved so much for its ugliness that it hurt and then lamb pizza for dinner. actually, i love life so much it hurts. actually, it hurts.
this morning i ran into someone who knows someone i love. at the body language reading class, we were asked to guess where Americans fell on the internationally recognized happiness scale of 1-10. there were confident shouts of "three! four!" throughout the room, peckered with cynical scoffs, to which the instructor, who trains the secret service when not dealing with rooms-full of self-righteous depressed urbanite paranoics, replied congratulatory, "you are TRUE New Yorkers!" evidently, the average American takes his mass of sunshine at 7.5
i've been taking these body reading classes and they have been amazing. not a chance sorry that i'll give up my secrets here, but they have certainly made me more perceptive on so many facets and for that i am so beyond grateful because who doesn't want to be more in touch with this place we're living in otherwise known as the world. that or crawl under a rock, i suppose, but i've always valued the more gregarious side of my social little self.
so, things i saw.
the sky over manhattan, the hurricane still churning some 200 miles away. the Williamsburg Bridge. i've seen this scene a million times, and it's still always so pretty looking down this kind of shady little alley, i really don't know exactly why. Diner, i do believe the best place for hot cuisine sex in Williamsburg. they write out the menu on your table or on a slip of cash register ticker tape - they can't keep a standard menu since everything is always being switched up since it's always so goshdarn freshy fresh. there was duck fat donuts soaked in creme anglais with chunky sugar that shouted "i love you and only you" to your mouth buds, scottish eggs that positively made a chaise lounge out of the back of your throat, what's better than deep fried perfect prosciutto wrapping soft boiled balls, duck crepes that's duck confit mixed with sweet shredded crepes from the tables of mount olympus, sweet trout making out with bacon, and homemade salt and vinegar CHIPS that actually DISSOLVE on your tongue.
i'm not done. i was so jubilant over brekkie that someone asked if it was my first time in restaurant, but look why can't one just be happy about life??? then there was the puppy that was really a big fat warm potato and the wall of red ivy art that i thought about stripping to take away for my All Hallow's Eve costume but the neighborhood residents would probably tar and feather me, the cutest ever grungy little gremlindog that i loved so much for its ugliness that it hurt and then lamb pizza for dinner. actually, i love life so much it hurts. actually, it hurts.
this morning i ran into someone who knows someone i love. at the body language reading class, we were asked to guess where Americans fell on the internationally recognized happiness scale of 1-10. there were confident shouts of "three! four!" throughout the room, peckered with cynical scoffs, to which the instructor, who trains the secret service when not dealing with rooms-full of self-righteous depressed urbanite paranoics, replied congratulatory, "you are TRUE New Yorkers!" evidently, the average American takes his mass of sunshine at 7.5
