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HELLO BLOG IT'S BEEN AWHILE.

admittedly, I've been avoiding the blog for the past couple weeks because each entry I've begun with "well it's our last [fill in appropriate timeframe in weeks] here.."


but as it is our last sunday here I feel necessary to reflect back on the past couple weeks.

I went to the MoMA finally and loved the richard serra exhibit. I'm not really going to upload any photos as wendy has already done so in a previous entry and the gigantic structures don't really change much from photo to photo.

however, I did take this photo because the name jumped right out at me. I'm sure we all recognize him.



I had a night with the urban coworkers on tuesday that consisted of watching the warriors film from 1980 and drinking corona. after everyone left, morgan and I took a trip to the local karaoke bar where I decided to sing a super flat rendition of my prerogative. YIKES.


friday night was my last out event which I'm not happy about. after the event was over, I made the trip back to brooklyn from hell's kitchen complete with a giant blowup poster of the new marc jacobs issue of out which I will place squarely over my bed back in ann arbor. I met wendy back at the apartment [wearing some fierce red pants] and we made our way to the annex where dancing sans hand jobs ensued. we ate far too much that night and woke up the next morning feeling a bit bloated.

yesterday night I worked and then wendy and I met our coworkers at metropolitan where I drank two 40oz of bud light [I'VE MISSED YOU BUD LIGHT] and won edward fourty-hands without even realizing. we chatted about ejaculation, got overcharged for drinks, and I ran into my friend's roommate [and zachary].

after everyone left I decided to hang out with a man wearing pajamas and an amanda lepore mask. long story short, I opened bagel world this morning.


today I will be having dinner with my ex and his sister who I don't think are on speaking terms which will make me a mediator of sorts.


we return thursday night and it's going to be the strangest feeling ever.

I'll end this with a few photos of things that I will miss once we are back in ann arbor.

my favorite coffee shop where I spotted two friends and patrick dempsey.


the fountain at the park about two blocks from s'mac. I will also miss s'mac.


and the beach.



at least we have kristi waiting for us!

"america runs on dunkin'"

kristi left yesterday and now the only major event in our future is our return to ann arbor on the 24th. i don't want to talk about it.

the weekend was fun, as per usual, though some strange incidents occurred along the way. friday night we met up with morgan and tatiyana and had drinks at st. marks. from there we went downtown to see one of our coworker's band play at some bar called "the pussycat lounge" (appropriately titled because the downstairs was actually a strip club). the night soon became a blur of strippers, coworkers, thunderstorms, and failed attempts at getting a taxi. still a good time, however.

saturday i had to work and decided that i was going to "take it easy" but ended up sharing some norwegian vodka with corey and kristi and then went up to bedford. apparently we all got pretty drunk, as i spilled a big cheap beer in my purse and kristi tried handing me a urinal cake (that she thought was a bar of soap) from the bathroom stall. corey never made it home and nesci had to witness us drunk rambling on the steps of a bodega at five in the morning. kind of embarrassing, but kristi and i did arrive back in fort greene just in time for bagel world to open. success.

sunday we did not make it to the beach, but went to target and dunkin' donuts instead. how suburban of us. after we got home, corey and kristi passed out and i went to mccarren to see blonde redhead. however, we got there kind of late and didn't actually end up getting in. at one point we scaled a wall around back, which would have been a good view, but got kicked off several minutes later. we ended up watching the show from a park fence, which wasn't great, but also wasn't horrible. then we got beer and mexican food and chilled most of the night. why do we date people knowing there is an expiration date? i do not know, but i'm having fun and don't regret it.

citrus and liquor, i love it when we come together

it was so nice seeing my mom this week. on wednesday she and tondra navigated their way through brooklyn and came to visit me at the rise and fall. i gave them the grand tour (creepy basement and all), and it was fun. that night we went to see curtains (starring david hyde pierce) on broadway. the show was great, and for getting last minute tickets, our seats were perfect. maybe i'm secretly a musical theater gay.

yesterday marked kristi's arrival, and i made sure that she was drinking within three hours of getting off the plane. when corey left for work, she met up with me in williamsburg and we headed to anytime for $1 wells. on the way we ate delicious cupcakes and then ran into chris calandro, who joined us for drinks. by 7:00 we headed down to the south ferry to meet up with my mom and tondra for an evening "booze cruise" as corey dubbed it. it was a really fun ride. as kristi and i were two fisting our beers, we took in the beautiful view of lady liberty. "god bless america", we say. hah.

after saying goodbye to my mom, we headed back to brooklyn for more drinks with nesci and his roommate. corey met up with us too. the bar we went to was called "royal oak" (no affiilation with royal oak, michigan) and had nice leather booths and fuzzy wallpaper. i enjoyed it. this morning i did not want to get out of bed, but stopped by the bagel store on my way to the rise and fall, which made things better. still, i'd rather be anywhere but here today because it's beautiful outside.

this weekend our plans include a show/night with the coworkers, taking kristi to all our favorite haunts, a trip to the beach, and a free blonde redhead show.

august.

HELLO.

it's been a crazy past few days.


friday I went over to a friend's apartment [complete with spiral staircase and an actual roofdeck] off of the L train and spent the evening discussing love and popular music. or rather, that is what I believe we were discussing.

saturday greeted me with a five hour shift at urban and a hangover. that night wendy and I went to another apartment off of the L train where boys were being boys. as we walked to some party, five hooligans convinced wendy and I to turn the other way and head to a different party where the attendees would NOT be wearing polo's. after a half hour walk with sing-alongs and twisted ankles, we ended up in a spooky, spooky part of brooklyn and sidled away without drawing attention from the group.

on sunday, wendy went to see tv on the radio and I took out our trash box.

WHICH NOW BRINGS US TO MONDAY. I interned and helped set up the event for the night which is always my favorite part about the internship. that night, I photographed the event and fell in love with the doorman. I also did some networking and now have a private tour of the lgbt center coming up. or as wendy likes to call it, a tour of his privates. wendy's a perv.

after the event, I met wendy outside of urban with a bottle of wine and a cupcake craving. we walked to magnolia after having a local liquor store uncork our wine and sat in the park, wining and dining. after the bottle and delicious treats were gone, we wanted some mexican food [because we're gross] and ended up BACK AT MARACAS. we made new friends, RSVPed for a dog's 1st birthday party, and got free drinks and chips. I LOVE MARACAS.

tuesday began with hangovers and subway breakfast sandwiches. we met wendy's mother and her friend for lunch at nooch which must have the nicest bathroom in all of manhattan. wendy's mother and her friend were absolutely to die for and so were the cupcakes we ate for dessert [yes, two cupcakes in less than 24 hours].

today I have a lunch in which I will prove myself sober and then I work until ten.

TOMORROW KRISTI IS HERE AND I AM ON PINS AND NEEDLES.

HOLLY IS HERE.

what a wild, wild week that has been. sunday night i went over to nesci's and and we watched the fountain, which was good but a bit "heady." around midnight his roommate came home and we all went to a nice bar on bedford that served hundreds of types of beer (at $9 a glass). we had pomegranite beer and i was peer pressured into trying prosciutto and melon because my new friends are italian (and bullies, obviously).

monday came and as did a very spring break-ish few days. a double date margarita night at maracas (resulting in holly getting sick) and a hungover morning at rockaway beach made it feel like we should just airbrush our names and location on a white tall tee. also, i received a lifetime ban from rockaway beach due the fact that i went in the ocean with a pink inner tube. then last night holly and i saw michael showalter perform at union hall in park slope. he was amazing as always. it gave me jumpy legs. then we got dunkin' donuts (also amazing).

tonight started out awful, but wound up pretty fucking fun. a "double date" in brooklyn went awry due to my stupidity. needless to say, i got embarrassed, fled brooklyn as soon as possible, and ended up back in the village where we met up with corey. we went back to maracas for a drink, then made our way to the chelsea piers. on 15th street and 9th avenue we had a freak encounter with zach hone, who neither of us have seen since high school. then we met up with dustin and his friend, and soon we were all feelin' good and bonding over the jersey shoreline. also, i guess i didn't completely spoil things with nesci, but now i do owe him a night out.

i don't know if any of this made sense because i'm numbed and need to go to bed. work tomorrow. fun this weekend.

rockaway beach, the darker side.. among other things.

it's sunday once again. the weeks are seemingly flying by as every other day wendy and I are saying to one another, "it's the freakin' weekend."

last night wendy and I went out with some of our urban coworkers to a bar/club combo in brooklyn, studio b. we got ready and drank our sparkz and then made our way to meet up with morgan, sean, and his boyfriend at morgan's apartment. after sitting around and drinking a bit more while I taught Morgan's dog Lola new tricks, we finally made our way to the bar around 1am.

another reason presents itself as to why wendy and I cannot return home; bars in ann arbor close at two while we aren't making it out of the door until 12:45, at the earliest.

studio b was arguably a bust. while my favorite dj ever the juan maclean was spinning, he wasn't spinning well. we made the most of it as there was a $13 cover so we sucked down vodka tonics and I danced on top of the speakers. nevertheless, about 45 minutes of thumping techno will do anyone in and we split.

I will say this, the bathroom at studio b was oddly erotic as I'm convinced the men's room was constructed to promote anonymous sex. trust me, you just need to see it to fully grasp the sexy anonymity of it. but I assure you I did not partake in anything like that!

the train ride home blessed me with a friend who has also taken the asvab and did backflips for me on the train. I'LL MISS U ARMY BOYFRIEND.


HOLLY IS HERE TOMORROW. THAT IS ALL.


and now, a few photos from the past week or so:

rockaway beach rehab center.


wendy washing up, lookin' good.


it's a flipflop summer.


our fav. dive bar, c/o rockaway beach.


us in our fav. dive bar. PRICEY DRINKZ~!


friday night train ride home.


WE LOVE NEW YORK TRANSIT.

"the annex, ew."

so i finally made it to the richard serra exhibit at MoMa. the pieces blew my mind, especially belts and sequence, band, and torqued torus inversion. as i was walking through the latter pieces, a ninety year old man with a cane struck up a conversation with me about talking about the significance of the work. i hope i can still appreciate modern art when i'm that age.






i then headed back downtown and hit up the end of the season sale at french connection. after work i met up with corey and we headed back to our favorite pier for drinks and another "i love new york" recap session. jersey only looks appealing from the chelsea piers.

from the pier we walked all the way to the lower east side to go dancing at the annex. with a few minor stops along the way, resulting in my bleeding knee cap, we finally made it. we walked in to a band that was finishing up their set. they were okay, but only because they did a cover of "hotel yorba." downstairs, however, the dj set was pretty good (but really only because they played "bullet with butterfly wings").