artfully...

saturday couldn't pass quickly enough. got home, watched some cartoons and passed out, hoping that the time before spencer arrived would somehow pass more quickly were i to sleep the hours away. awoke at 10:57 to discover that i'd missed a couple o' texts. hopped in the shower and as soon as i got out, i got the call... "let down your hair, rapunzel..." he was at the front door.

purple pants again, this time with my coveted tweed jumper and boots. skipped over to the G, where we began a slow trek up to the pencil factory. met up with tiya and coworkers for a birthday celebration for their blogger. drank a gin&tonic faster than i ever have before. high fived and talked jive with a fellow district kid as the whole posse made its way over to studio b for a night of what was supposed to be indietronic, electrostasticity. unfortunately, it turned out to be pretty lame clubby music, accompanied by very poor transitions and a fog machine. they did play some good danceable soul and i was drunk enough so as to not be terribly bothered. drinks were expensive, the bartender was chatty/friendly. the coat check boys were very tall and very short, respectively. ventured away from the group and spencer got to finally enjoy some quality time with tiya & aaron, during which tiya took advantage of my drunkenness and totally got to 2nd base. decided the tunes were too lame to bear much longer, so we called a car to take us home. got sidetracked by the prospect of fried chicken - got the driver to stop, but he got tired of waiting and eventually deserted us, which was fine because we were drunk and in the presence of the most delicious fried chicken any of us had encountered in our relatively short lives. seriously... fried chicken palace on the corner of nassau and manhattan... you won't be sorry.

sunday was designated spencer & laurie quality time day. got up early and lounged around. the lodge for brunch... challah french toast, blueberry pancakes, mimosa, bloody mary, crispy bacon as far as the eye can see. eavesdropped on the hipsters seated next to us; apparently, a moustachioed hipster who was more than a tad reminiscent of modern jason, recently had the worst sex of his life with a girl who was "like fucking a dead person". the women on the other side of us had terribly cliche jersey accents. finished up and headed over to the L with the intention of seeing jeff wall's photog exhibit at moma. made it all the way uptown before realizing we had little to no idea where MoMa is. i recognized a pizza place and set us travelling in the right direction but we accidentally went to the met instead. the daylight was waning and so were museum operating hours, so we decided to make the best of a lame museum and headed for the modern art wing. it didn't disappoint - all our favorites were represented and the halls were virtually tourist free.

trudged back downtown to hit up trader joe's for some bresaola, cheese and wine for that evening's oscar party but the line was wrapped all the way round the store (they were actually blocking some of the produce!) so we nixed the snacks and just got a couple bottles o' vino next door. stopped for a quick slice in a very dirty pizza shop and then back to brooklyn to catch a quick lounge before rocking emy and lydia's party.

the party was cozy, got mulled wine upon entering. perched on some stools and i enjoyed catching the ladies in the room eyeing my hot mantoy. allie showed up late in all her banged glory and we giggled and she regaled us with skiing stories. so many snacks. so many booze choices. had the most delicious fancy rum. made friends with my white, male, gay, comic counterpart. my cousin keisha's hubby won best actor so i'm thinkin i should probably send them something congratulatory. way to go forrest! i thought most of the ladies had lame dresses and bad hair (what's up with the sideswept, over one shoulder, mermaid locks sported by so many hollywood girls?) i was also disappointed that the female presenters weren't funny at all. ellen was adorable and hilarious. i loved the dancers/contortionists. and jack nicholson looked like a sweaty turtle.

it snowed a lot that night, making the walk home both magical and slippery.

monday SPENCER'S BIRTHDAY- up early, sausage and donuts and tea. lounged on the bed watching cartoons and wasting time before mustering the energy to head over to beacon's closet. bought the most astounding leather doctor bag (that's actually designer or something and costs a pretty penny, in my book) and a color-blocked, muscle sweater vest by jordache (try and imagine that). birthday lunch at sea. pad thai and thai iced tea... yummers. lagged on the way home, and was sad for a bit, but then spencer's impulsive impracticality kicked in and he decided to stay another night... yay! ice cream and cartoons in bed before crashing... warm and happy to the max.