The warmness of sweet potato pie and the vince guaraldi trio has prompted me to write a fond recollection of my favorite new york memories from a few weekends ago.
Drove up with tiya in her performance vehicle. her boss slept peacefully in the back seat, occasionally awakening to comment upon the alleged gayness of practically every singer on his ipod.
Stopped for delicious, delicious whoppers.
Bars in williamsburg. there was a lame band with bad leather pants and old people at galapagos. there was one cute boy at this other bar that felt like the big hunt (unfortunately, he was wearing a clothespin on his sleeve and wrestling boots); he kept saluting us.
Spooning with tiya on a futon under a 4x4 blanket.
Beautiful brunch with beautiful waiters in union square. everyone was uber hot and our waiter had one of those perfectly symmetrical faces that make me squeal with delight.
Bought some fun things from an expansive market outside of the brunch place including a very cool screenprint that i cant wait to frame and hang on my very bare bedroom walls.
Walked round st. marks and bought a lot of things. giggled with tiya and made fun of pretentious british scenesters with fashion mullets and purple velvet blazers. fell in love with some old rock t-shirts, but didnt buy one and am now regretting it; i couldve had a puffy-printed atomic-era blondie t or a sepia screenprinted ziggy stardust on a thin black t-shirt. grrr. lots o' vintage. lots o' street sunglasses. a comic book store. it was fabulous.
Chinese food with fancy chopsticks and sixteen candles back at seans place in williamsburg. tiya and i bought him a giant ugly blanket that felt soft like chenille partly as a housewarming gift and partly for ourselves so we wouldnt have to spoon again that night. it is green and has a tiger face on it. i hope he hangs it on the living room wall.
Mercury lounge for the rinse. met up with emily and her bro and we all danced like the uncool kids that we are. new york scene kids are even more self-concious than dc ones and they proved to be quite stoic in their appreciation of danceable rock. the coat check girl dug my fancy dress. the bartender dug my faux pearls and omnipresent gloves. the rinse was fabulous and they gave us t-shirts for dancing so enthusiastically. i liked vox because he was fancy and wearing a vivienne westwood lipstick tee.
Pink pony after the show for a very well presented bowl of french onion soup and a hoegarrden. fell in love with all the people lining the warm yellow walls, drinking bottles of wine and heavily engaged in fairly to moderately intellectual conversations.
Was drunk and sleepy and tiya wasnt feeling well so we headed home where sean and i promptly cleaned out his roomies stash of candy and watched anchorman. i lost it after will ferrell told christina applegate that she had captivating eyes like a unicorn or a princess, and giggled myself to sleep in the papasan.
Woke up surprisingly early and watched family guy while waiting for sean to get himself together. walked around for ages through touristy sections of manhattan and chelsea and the west village. bought records like you would not believe. among my more interesting finds are new kids on the block's step by step and paula abduls seamless duet with MC Skat Cat, opposites attract, which included a little pin bearing the MCs likeness. also got a whole mess of hermans hermits.
Headed back to sean's to pack up all our stuff and tiya, her bro and i began the slightly arduous journey back to dc.
slightly annoying and obtuse inside jokes from the weekend: things relating to my myspace naziism fascination from last Friday scrotum please your moms a destination what do I have to do to make this a priority for you bitches at the end of every sentence schlampe clap your hands say hi to your schlampe confrontational anything, especially how bout that?
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