doom/mood!

every so often, thankfully not too often, i get into one of these moods. when everything is amplified and either really terrible or really awesome. currently, things are leaning toward the terrible. and i've had a lingering headache for the past 48 hours or so. despite blasting lo-fi fnk and secret mommy on a continuous loop, i just can't seem to shake it off this time. i'm hoping that by filling my free time with delightful distractions of the musical or cultural persuasion, i'll be able to diffuse this spell and return to full lauriebot awesomeitude. tonight was a good start.

after a mid-afternoon meltdown and an emergency phone call to big mama, i pulled it together and spent the last hour and a half of work blatantly not doing any work. then it was off to barnes and noble for a book reading. thanks to my recent purchase of a grown-up choose your own adventure book, i've reignited my my love affair with the written word, especially that which deals with the frivolous and flighty as long as the prose is engaging and at least occasionally exuberant. this literary requirement is perfectly embodied by girls who like boys who like boys, a hodge podge of essays, anecdotes and love letters to that most sacred of relationships, that between the hetero woman and the gay fella. occasionally fluff, occasionally profound. i hadn't been to a reading in a super long time, but i thoroughly enjoyed myself. i adored the oversized, puffy sleeves of a white linen designer dress attached to a woman who looked a little too similar to SJP circa her sex and the city days. loved the grit and apparent sluttiness of a bearded park slope resident. and was utterly enraptured with an uber fancy boy and his tales of prepubescent musical theater appreciation.

bought the book and stood in line to get it signed (yearbook style) by a handful of the contributors, half expecting someone to scribble "stay sweet! k.i.t.!" somewhere in the title page's margin. the cashier looked like this guy and told me that i had a great smile.

gorgeous balmy evening. quick trip down to the east village for ben reynolds' show at cake shop. a little bit of a cool reception. delicious iced mocha. i'd never been there before, only walked by and was more than a little intrigued by the mix of bar, record shop and cupcakes. paid my $6 and headed down a long narrow stairwell painted a muted green. for some strange reason, i thought of heath ledger walking into that lady club in 10 things i hate about you. i liked that movie... don't judge. took a seat at the bar, drinking my mocha and enjoying my book. was amused by all the cool kids with fashion hair drinking red wine in fancy glasses. even more amused by the very fancy middle-aged people with leather satchels and ted baker beagle boots who sauntered in and ordered brooklyn lager. ben's band started playing, loudly, and apparently offended the delicate eardums of one of the fancy adults, who made a charming face and covered her ears. her dapper escort chugged both their beers and they headed for the exit.

stood up front, still enjoying my mocha when someone tapped me on the shoulder. it was totally a friend of a friend, whose name i can never seem to remember, but she's a lovely girl nonetheless! small world to the max. giggled and gossiped for a short while before i got tired of schmoozing and began my trek back to brooklyn...