battles, deerhunter. music from scarily skinny boys with tight pants. math rockers with cymbals seven feet high. south street seaport overrun by hipsters. come here, you with mullet, fanny pack and bright pink converse. i must slap you silly. stay away, jailbait. all ages shows have their hazards.
the return of live band karaoke. i'd forgotten how much fun it is. is rockin' in the free world my new song? would be if it wasn't endlessly long and filled with guitar solos.
staying up all night listening to hall & oates.
feeling great! let's get rid of this hangover by biking to prospect park. ouch. new hobby: frisbee golf. choose a tree, a rock, a patch of dirt, a spot of sun or shadow and throw a frisbee at it. you get some funny looks, standing ten feet away from an ancient oak tree and tossing a disc into its roots for a birdie shot. errant shots are quickly gathered by passers by to shouts of, no, no, leave it there! i think this is exactly what olmsted had in mind -- screw horses, soccer games, barbeques, biking; prospect park was designed for frisbee golf.
brief interlude at the field.
house party in sunset park. highlight: woman with new boob job shows them off.
now things get a little crazy (as if they weren't already!). once a month reading series continues at the bar. readers teach at pratt and invite their classes, but oops, they're almost all under age. 19 year olds turned away in droves, pleading, but my teachers told me to come! sorry kids.
unexpected resolution of awkwardness with a good friend.
it being the holiday, the evening gets sloppy. can't reveal details due to bartender/patron confidentiality. it's legally binding. lots of photobooth pictures and learning the french word for queef.
lunch watching pedro's return to the mets. i love it when the mets win. time for work already?
today is my first day of my new nannying job. no more exhausting trips to queens -- this mom lives around the corner and works at the salon down the block. free haircuts are a great job perk!
my dad is in england and my friends are in spain. if it weren't so ridiculously beautiful here, i'd be jealous.
time for a massage!