How is it already October?
Today I am incredibly sleepy from the sugar shock I had last night that kept me up past my bedtime.
Friday: I came home from work and did a quick clean of the house. We have been kind of busy the past few weekends and with Murphy in the apt the dust bunnies tend to over power us. After sucking them up with the massively over powered vacuum, Eric and I took a walk to Chicory in the neighborhood and enjoyed a very dirty and delicious dinner of French fries with truffles mayo, salad, bbq setain and cole slaw sandwich (for me), wings (for Eric), and Mac and cheese. Needless to say I am not sure it covered any of the four food groups other than damn good. I was ready to pack it in and climb into bed for the night but Eric convinced me to come with him to park slope to meet up with bob and eventually Kristen. So we headed out and met Bob at the subway stop. The night turned into being a “can we have an early night” to getting home and looking at the clock and shaking my head when it read 2 am. But it was good. The night started out on the back deck with 3 of us and grew as the night went on to something I would say close to 20 of us with people coming and going. I got to see Bri and Holland for a few minutes when they stopped by on their way home from a show at southpaw. They were telling me about their trip to go see a friend of theirs in Puerto Rico and I was sold. I want to save some money and go down there! They made it sound like the best place on Earth, and had also mentioned maybe getting a house for a week down there with a few room and having everyone split it. From what they are familiar with it seems like if enough people went for it then lodging would only be $200 each for a whole week. They told us about Vieques Island and the bioluminescent bay, and promised me that there were no sharks in the bay… even with this knowledge its going to take a lot for me to heave myself over board into the water at night… I have seen the beginning credits to JAWS I am not dumb, drunk, or about to have sloppy stranger sex in the water.
The light is produced by trillions of micro-organisms that become luminescent when disturbed. The concentration here is an astounding 720,000 per gallon. Waving your arms in the water makes angel wings appear. The stronger the movement, the brighter the glow. Enter the world that time forgot, the last of its kind to still maintain such a high level of luminescence. Because even though this phenomena occurs elsewhere in the world, nowhere is it nearly as bright as in one of the bioluminescent bays in Vieques, known as Caño Hondo or Puerto Mosquito.
Saturday we got up fairly early and had some breakfast at home. We took a walk through Brooklyn heights so that I could go to the bank and so Eric could indulge. He bought this…
(Although in his defense he had been carefully considering the purchase for a few weeks now).
We walked through the farmers market and headed home. I took my usual 4 pm spinning class and then came home and had some dinner (it’s nice to eat a home so much, and I am definitely a fan of saving money by doing so). After a quick shower and turn around Eric, Kristen and I headed up to Saved Gallery on Hope Street in Williamsburg for a Tattoo Art show. This was for a Calendar that has recently come out where all of the proceeds from sales go to Breast Cancer Research. There was so really great work that was up. We took a stroll around, had some awkward photographs of us taken while we were “looking at the art” (or pretending to after the photographer asked permission to take our photographs). Ran into Jay and Melissa who were there checking it out since one of the featured artists had recently completed a sleeve tattoo on Jay last year. Bob and Mike L came out and at that point we were done. I forget how art shows are sometimes. You get there all excited to see everything, you do your lap around the room checking out what is there (sometimes you do a second lap just to see what you have missed), then you stand around talking to people, running into people you haven’t seen in a while, and then awkwardly deciding if you are going to stay or not (we were about done after an hour and the fact that the room was nearing 200 degrees it perpetuated our desire to go!)
Jay and Melissa went to get dinner and the rest of us wondered around Williamsburg. Eric, Kristen, myself, Jay and Melissa, hopped the train at about 11:30 and headed back to Carroll Gardens for an early night. Home and in bed by 12:30.
Sunday had a little bit of a lazy morning. For some god forsaking reason Eric woke up at 630 am and was unable to go back to sleep. So he got out of bed in hopes that a few minutes of infomercials would help him pass out. I on the other hand stretched out on the queen size bed and relished having all that space to myself all the way until 9:30. When you have 2 people and a 70lb dog on the same bed; space becomes an extremely important commodity seconded only by having enough blankets. WE got up and headed to the lower-lower east side and waited to meet up with Bob for some Veggie Dim Sum.
We then walked off our breakfast (followed by breakfast desert at the Chinese Ice Cream Factory around the corner) over the Brooklyn Bridge to the Atlantic Antic. It was a fabulous time. I went to the Atlantic Antic last year for the first time and had a great time. I was a little concerned that we would have the usual street fair problem where you have a group larger than 3 people (we met up with a good number of people. And also ran into my little brother at one point) and you walk about 10 feet then have to stop for everyone to catch up or for someone to go check out the chachskies at this table and that. But it wasn’t too bad; we indulged in Falafel from Sahadi’s and some delicious Samousas (since chip shop had run out of the veggie Shepard’s pie by the time we got to that end of the street fair). I would say we were on a pretty good run until banana pudding was mentioned. Why in my head did that sound like the worlds best idea and something I HAD to have and would probably die without. Unfortunately when we reached the tent they were packing up, so in my quest to find the deliciousness Eric and I went to the Met and bought the ingredients to concoct the dessert. After it was all mixed and I had a quick visit with Cate we sat down to Rock of Love with the pudding. But after just a few spoonfuls I think my body went into complete sugar shock compounded with the smorgasbord for fair food junk already in my system. I was not feeling so hot and I had to will myself away from eating the delicious banana delight (that is now sitting in my fridge at home next to me spaghetti lunch that I forgot to bring today taunting me with its goodness). And that my friend was my weekend.
Tonight hopefully the gym to combat some of the damage that was done at the Atlantic Antic, but first and foremost I am headed to our Intern Elleser’s first art show.
Friday: I came home from work and did a quick clean of the house. We have been kind of busy the past few weekends and with Murphy in the apt the dust bunnies tend to over power us. After sucking them up with the massively over powered vacuum, Eric and I took a walk to Chicory in the neighborhood and enjoyed a very dirty and delicious dinner of French fries with truffles mayo, salad, bbq setain and cole slaw sandwich (for me), wings (for Eric), and Mac and cheese. Needless to say I am not sure it covered any of the four food groups other than damn good. I was ready to pack it in and climb into bed for the night but Eric convinced me to come with him to park slope to meet up with bob and eventually Kristen. So we headed out and met Bob at the subway stop. The night turned into being a “can we have an early night” to getting home and looking at the clock and shaking my head when it read 2 am. But it was good. The night started out on the back deck with 3 of us and grew as the night went on to something I would say close to 20 of us with people coming and going. I got to see Bri and Holland for a few minutes when they stopped by on their way home from a show at southpaw. They were telling me about their trip to go see a friend of theirs in Puerto Rico and I was sold. I want to save some money and go down there! They made it sound like the best place on Earth, and had also mentioned maybe getting a house for a week down there with a few room and having everyone split it. From what they are familiar with it seems like if enough people went for it then lodging would only be $200 each for a whole week. They told us about Vieques Island and the bioluminescent bay, and promised me that there were no sharks in the bay… even with this knowledge its going to take a lot for me to heave myself over board into the water at night… I have seen the beginning credits to JAWS I am not dumb, drunk, or about to have sloppy stranger sex in the water.
The light is produced by trillions of micro-organisms that become luminescent when disturbed. The concentration here is an astounding 720,000 per gallon. Waving your arms in the water makes angel wings appear. The stronger the movement, the brighter the glow. Enter the world that time forgot, the last of its kind to still maintain such a high level of luminescence. Because even though this phenomena occurs elsewhere in the world, nowhere is it nearly as bright as in one of the bioluminescent bays in Vieques, known as Caño Hondo or Puerto Mosquito.
Saturday we got up fairly early and had some breakfast at home. We took a walk through Brooklyn heights so that I could go to the bank and so Eric could indulge. He bought this…
(Although in his defense he had been carefully considering the purchase for a few weeks now).
We walked through the farmers market and headed home. I took my usual 4 pm spinning class and then came home and had some dinner (it’s nice to eat a home so much, and I am definitely a fan of saving money by doing so). After a quick shower and turn around Eric, Kristen and I headed up to Saved Gallery on Hope Street in Williamsburg for a Tattoo Art show. This was for a Calendar that has recently come out where all of the proceeds from sales go to Breast Cancer Research. There was so really great work that was up. We took a stroll around, had some awkward photographs of us taken while we were “looking at the art” (or pretending to after the photographer asked permission to take our photographs). Ran into Jay and Melissa who were there checking it out since one of the featured artists had recently completed a sleeve tattoo on Jay last year. Bob and Mike L came out and at that point we were done. I forget how art shows are sometimes. You get there all excited to see everything, you do your lap around the room checking out what is there (sometimes you do a second lap just to see what you have missed), then you stand around talking to people, running into people you haven’t seen in a while, and then awkwardly deciding if you are going to stay or not (we were about done after an hour and the fact that the room was nearing 200 degrees it perpetuated our desire to go!)
Jay and Melissa went to get dinner and the rest of us wondered around Williamsburg. Eric, Kristen, myself, Jay and Melissa, hopped the train at about 11:30 and headed back to Carroll Gardens for an early night. Home and in bed by 12:30.
Sunday had a little bit of a lazy morning. For some god forsaking reason Eric woke up at 630 am and was unable to go back to sleep. So he got out of bed in hopes that a few minutes of infomercials would help him pass out. I on the other hand stretched out on the queen size bed and relished having all that space to myself all the way until 9:30. When you have 2 people and a 70lb dog on the same bed; space becomes an extremely important commodity seconded only by having enough blankets. WE got up and headed to the lower-lower east side and waited to meet up with Bob for some Veggie Dim Sum.
We then walked off our breakfast (followed by breakfast desert at the Chinese Ice Cream Factory around the corner) over the Brooklyn Bridge to the Atlantic Antic. It was a fabulous time. I went to the Atlantic Antic last year for the first time and had a great time. I was a little concerned that we would have the usual street fair problem where you have a group larger than 3 people (we met up with a good number of people. And also ran into my little brother at one point) and you walk about 10 feet then have to stop for everyone to catch up or for someone to go check out the chachskies at this table and that. But it wasn’t too bad; we indulged in Falafel from Sahadi’s and some delicious Samousas (since chip shop had run out of the veggie Shepard’s pie by the time we got to that end of the street fair). I would say we were on a pretty good run until banana pudding was mentioned. Why in my head did that sound like the worlds best idea and something I HAD to have and would probably die without. Unfortunately when we reached the tent they were packing up, so in my quest to find the deliciousness Eric and I went to the Met and bought the ingredients to concoct the dessert. After it was all mixed and I had a quick visit with Cate we sat down to Rock of Love with the pudding. But after just a few spoonfuls I think my body went into complete sugar shock compounded with the smorgasbord for fair food junk already in my system. I was not feeling so hot and I had to will myself away from eating the delicious banana delight (that is now sitting in my fridge at home next to me spaghetti lunch that I forgot to bring today taunting me with its goodness). And that my friend was my weekend.Tonight hopefully the gym to combat some of the damage that was done at the Atlantic Antic, but first and foremost I am headed to our Intern Elleser’s first art show.
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