way to go, chris.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Globespotters
I LOVE THIS BLOG from the New York Times. A little solace for those of us not able to do quite as much pleasure-travel right now. (whimper whimper)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Independence Day 2009
aka A Multicultural Celebration of the USA And All Her Alcoholic Beverage Varieties
aka Happy Birthday America!
11:40: finish tube of toothpaste. happy birthday america!
(note: colgate packaging is poignantly red, white and blue)
11:50: don picnic-table plaid red and white halter dress with full marilyn-monroe-esque skirt. my attempt at stylish patriotism and the only thing in my closet remotely patriotic-hued.
13:30: brunch with seattle friends in town (slightly hung over from giant $3 vats of bud light in williamsburg the night before) - espresso followed by brazilian omelettes and mimosas. happy birthday america!
15:45: purchase large bottles of water from woman wearing patriotic twin towers and american flag tee back in brooklyn at williamsburg convenience store. we ask for paper bags. she also offers to sell us red party cups. we are clearly in the right place. happy birthday america!
16:00: barbecue efforts thwarted, team settles for hipster-spotting with case of bud light at mccarren park. themes include fedoras, pale, faded, and/or see-through cotton on top, tight, faded, torn and/or acidwash denim below; bulldogs, oversized sunglasses, showy and or ridiculous bicycle flaunting, and clothing old enough to look outdated but not nearly old enough to be called "vintage". notable moments include a couple guys in fluorescent spandex on bicycles, and a six year old boy wiping out dramatically in a giant mud puddle. white girl gets mild inaugural sunburn.
(17:15: must use restroom of previous-night's bar gathering; spot local in large-print american-flag-and-aggressive-eagle theme polo)
18:00: margaritas at friends' in fort greene. feel very "american dream" in ogling the couple's large, clean apartment. happy birthday america!
19:00: mojitos, cuban food at habana outpost patio, brooklyn. nothing says patriotism like cuba. happy birthday america!
21:00: take mojitos in subway back to manhattan for fireworks over hudson from friend of friend of friends' rooftop in west village/meatpacking /chelsea.
21:22: must-pee-so-bad. miss firework beginning in elevator and restroom.
21:29: enjoy fireworks with other drunk, young and attractive, and significant portion of gay freedom-revellers. view from 20th floor of fireworks over hudson, those beyond over jersey and the horizon, a moon-drenched lower manhattan, and jeweled glowing taillights illuminating 8th avenue is intoxicating. also intoxicating is the vodka and likely red bull that the host kindly makes for himself and I. nothing says classic americana like overdoing it with vodka-redbull with a male model, the wind catching your lightweight dress repeatedly, up and over your head to expose your under-areas to many. secure dress in oversized-80's-teeshirt style on the side with hair tie. happy birthday america!!!!!
22:30: party moves to apartment downstairs. long island click of girls posing for eachother on host's bed leaves something to be desired in party atmosphere.
23:00: someone uses smooth moves to get us in cover-free, line-free into beautiful but, well, clubby club in meatpacking district. club features striped wallpaper, chandeliers, and a bed we spill our drinks on. random aspiring actor gives female friend and I his card, does hit of coke while talking to us. happy birthday america.
0:30: crew meets up with others in more suitable west village bar; request for water turns into water followed by another g&t, some of someone's whiskey, and a bottle of beer. michael jackson mixed with a few 80's standards all night long. intoxication tipping point documented through photography, when I attempt to ruin photos with ridiculous faces per usual.
2:50: chelsea apartment
3:20: flatiron apartment
3:45: realization that any more intoxication of any sort would be nail in coffin. leave friends and weed agenda for home.
4:05: skewed decision-making decides current budget is too tight for cab. walk to subway.
4:20 R to 8th street. attempt to use internet at home. realize this is futile when one eye must be closed to do so.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA
aka Happy Birthday America!
11:40: finish tube of toothpaste. happy birthday america!
(note: colgate packaging is poignantly red, white and blue)
11:50: don picnic-table plaid red and white halter dress with full marilyn-monroe-esque skirt. my attempt at stylish patriotism and the only thing in my closet remotely patriotic-hued.
13:30: brunch with seattle friends in town (slightly hung over from giant $3 vats of bud light in williamsburg the night before) - espresso followed by brazilian omelettes and mimosas. happy birthday america!
15:45: purchase large bottles of water from woman wearing patriotic twin towers and american flag tee back in brooklyn at williamsburg convenience store. we ask for paper bags. she also offers to sell us red party cups. we are clearly in the right place. happy birthday america!
16:00: barbecue efforts thwarted, team settles for hipster-spotting with case of bud light at mccarren park. themes include fedoras, pale, faded, and/or see-through cotton on top, tight, faded, torn and/or acidwash denim below; bulldogs, oversized sunglasses, showy and or ridiculous bicycle flaunting, and clothing old enough to look outdated but not nearly old enough to be called "vintage". notable moments include a couple guys in fluorescent spandex on bicycles, and a six year old boy wiping out dramatically in a giant mud puddle. white girl gets mild inaugural sunburn.
(17:15: must use restroom of previous-night's bar gathering; spot local in large-print american-flag-and-aggressive-eagle theme polo)
18:00: margaritas at friends' in fort greene. feel very "american dream" in ogling the couple's large, clean apartment. happy birthday america!
19:00: mojitos, cuban food at habana outpost patio, brooklyn. nothing says patriotism like cuba. happy birthday america!
21:00: take mojitos in subway back to manhattan for fireworks over hudson from friend of friend of friends' rooftop in west village/meatpacking /chelsea.
21:22: must-pee-so-bad. miss firework beginning in elevator and restroom.
21:29: enjoy fireworks with other drunk, young and attractive, and significant portion of gay freedom-revellers. view from 20th floor of fireworks over hudson, those beyond over jersey and the horizon, a moon-drenched lower manhattan, and jeweled glowing taillights illuminating 8th avenue is intoxicating. also intoxicating is the vodka and likely red bull that the host kindly makes for himself and I. nothing says classic americana like overdoing it with vodka-redbull with a male model, the wind catching your lightweight dress repeatedly, up and over your head to expose your under-areas to many. secure dress in oversized-80's-teeshirt style on the side with hair tie. happy birthday america!!!!!
22:30: party moves to apartment downstairs. long island click of girls posing for eachother on host's bed leaves something to be desired in party atmosphere.
23:00: someone uses smooth moves to get us in cover-free, line-free into beautiful but, well, clubby club in meatpacking district. club features striped wallpaper, chandeliers, and a bed we spill our drinks on. random aspiring actor gives female friend and I his card, does hit of coke while talking to us. happy birthday america.
0:30: crew meets up with others in more suitable west village bar; request for water turns into water followed by another g&t, some of someone's whiskey, and a bottle of beer. michael jackson mixed with a few 80's standards all night long. intoxication tipping point documented through photography, when I attempt to ruin photos with ridiculous faces per usual.
2:50: chelsea apartment
3:20: flatiron apartment
3:45: realization that any more intoxication of any sort would be nail in coffin. leave friends and weed agenda for home.
4:05: skewed decision-making decides current budget is too tight for cab. walk to subway.
4:20 R to 8th street. attempt to use internet at home. realize this is futile when one eye must be closed to do so.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA
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