this is my kickass roommate rebecca (of the earlier floor cake post) and her kickass boyfriend karl. i like this picture because they're both making the same face about something cute the other said. karl spends a lot of time staring incredulously at us acting ridiculous. i think he and dan developed a strange bond in that way the other night.
so much love. it's too beautiful for words.
There is, however, something to be said for sitting at a crappy diner you've been going to your entire life with an old friend at three o'clock in the morning, rehashing and debating and debriefing.
you should be reading margot's blog.
i'll beat you up if you don't.
because mitzi's always bawlz.
I'd go into more about mitzi, but really...how can you describe your best girlfriend? she's more family than anything at this point- we love each other, we hate each other, we're too involved in each other's lives...but i know she'll be there always, as will i.
this is (L to R) Lorrel, Joe, James, and Mike. They are not short boys. they range from 5'9" to about 6'2" or so. The couch in my uncle's living room is just that big. It's a stellar couch. Giant. Leather. Good for sleeping and getting lost in. All four of them were organized pretty comfortably on it this past movie night, and adorably, none of their feet were touching the ground.
payback's a bitch, wang. i believe this was shortly before i handed your ass back to you by sinking the 8 ball.
also note: jim and andy d in the background, hamming it up.
but seriously, mike's pretty awesome. he doesn't laugh too much at me when i wander around his apartment looking confused at all hours.
many thanks to dan for help with the lighting.
when i say i'm working in the cave, this is what i mean. this is a very small office. it lives behind the prep kitchen. there are no windows and a very large too-loud air conditioning unit that provides the only ventilation. it is either swelteringly hot in here or ridiculously freezing. there are any number of loud people screaming while i'm trying to be as polite as i can on the phone, telling mostly mean and crazy people that no, you may not come to the restaurant until 8pm. there is always too much work to do and there is never enough time to do any of it and never enough people to help. i'm constantly frustrated, but there are certainly worse things i could be doing.
i'm in the cave at the moment. it makes me want to scream.
Nick likes this picture because his arms look huge. Nick's arms always look huge. We once determined that Nick's arms are actually the size of my thighs. I'm a dancer (and clearly not a photographer), so that's a little scary. there will be more pictures of Nick in the future.
I like this picture because Colin is giving a very typical Colin smile, and he is gone in Vegas doing Mamma Mia for the next nine months or so and I will miss him a lot. I already miss him. Colin is one of my closest friends and one of the most together people I know, even though his energy is always up on a 10. The joy he brings to everything he does and the people around him is infectious and wonderful, and his demeanor is so caring and sweet and jumpy and fantastic. College would have been a very different experience had I not had this incredible person there with me. He's one of those people who you can't forget because he wiggles into your heart and just...stays there.
I'm housesitting for my uncle this week so i don't have to go up and down these stairs seventeen times a day...but normally I do, since my bedroom is down that staircase. I've only fallen a couple times, and only sober. of course. just another slice of life in the heaven that is new york city. There's a spiral staircase in my parents' house too, but it goes down to the basement and nobody ever really goes there. I took a similar photo to this one in the ninth grade or so in a stupid black-and-white film phase that every ninth grader has to go through. that photo is long gone at this point, but i like this one better anyway, since this is a spiral staircase i found on my own.
there's a cat sitting in front of the keyboard making it very difficult to type...so i think i'll run off now.
i lit candles the other night, pretty much for the express purpose of taking a silly picture. although there is some kind of comfort in lighting them for at least one night, feeling like i'm part of something bigger than me. not in a god kind of way, since god and i aren't really too down with each other...but just knowing that my aunts and uncles are doing it too, and hoping they're well and happy even if i don't talk to them as often as i should.
the holidays are fast approaching, and i'm excited about going home for more than two days this time.
This is what happens when your roommate decides it's a really good idea for you two to bake a cake at three in the morning and you screw it up...by dropping it frosting-side-down on the kitchen floor. I like this picture because it's all washed out and looks like it's from the 70s, between the color of the picture and the color of my kitchen floor.
My roommate Rebecca and I occasionally bake cake from a box. I make the cake part, she frosts it. It works out nicely, for the most part...because, well, there's cake at the end of it all.
The cake was already frought with humorous disaster, since the eggs we used in it had a sell-by date of October 25th (and it was well past Thanksgiving at this point) and we cracked them outside, shivering in our socks on the stoop in case any of them were rotten (since we didn't want to stink up the apartment). Reality show cameras should have been following these two crazy girls as they tossed eggshells off the stoop and sniffed the blue ceramic bowl for any telltale sulphur smells. Either way, the eggs weren't rotten and the cake was eventually baked, although I didn't put enough butter in and I don't own a whisk or an electric mixer, so it was a little weird-looking. Leave it to me to screw up cake from a box. And then drop it on the floor after my roommate frosted it so nicely.
Gravity sucks. however, that night was the first night that floor had been cleaned in an awfully long time, so some good came out of it.
poor poor floor cake.
It's the holiday season on the upper west side, and that means that the christmas trees are out in full force. These guys stand with them every single day for many many hours at a time in the bitter cold. they smoke cigarettes and try to keep warm by the van they've got running behind them.. They're out there 24/7.
I love walking by them and smelling the trees- great piney smell permeating broadway, making the first snow the other day feel really special. I know this photo is too dark to really see anything, but it is what it is. i never claimed to be a good photographer.
This photo was a complete screwup. I was playing around with the polaroid and accidentally pressed the flash bypass button while the cover was closed. clearly since there was nothing to take a photograph of, the polaroid came out blank. and black. so i found an old silver gel pen and, rather than waste a picture, doodled the blog title. I'm either resourceful or incredibly foolish. I'm more inclined to go with incredibly foolish with a layer of trying to look cool.
picture post will come soon. very soon.
I haven't been to work in a week and i've been totally fine with that. i'm over work. i, of course, have to be there in an hour. and then for the next four days in a row (HORRIBLE). i think i'm just over the restaurant. i either want to go back to retail or seriously try and do something else that involves a lot less insanity. going in for Chicago for the seventh time yesterday kind of revitalized my over-the-day-job thing.
not too many other good things to say. started Paul Auster's book The Brooklyn Follies the other day...i just adore the way that man creates a world and the people who inhabit it.
god damn, i wish i weren't coughing so much. everything hurts. maybe they'll relegate me to reservationist duty the rest of the week (yeah right, i should be so lucky). time to get things done and change and go.
think i'm starting a new music kick...my uncle gave me Oliver Future's album Pax Futura while i was in LA for thanksgiving. it's pretty wonderful. need to give it another few listens, but of course this is inspiring me to buy a whole bunch of new albums. most of them old news, but whatever.
new york just feels better in my skin. more alive, more present. just correct. although, not having a fever and chills anymore also feels pretty good on my skin. maybe the only time it's good to wake up in a pool of sweat. well...maybe one of the only times.