My bro’s engagement party was truly a rager this past weekend.

Order of events:

• Mojitos
• Food
• Pinata
• Swimming at the Beach
• Soft-Serve Ice Cream in Long-Beach

I was reading on the train today when a man came up to me and asked, “Is that Watchmen?” He was the typical uber-dorky comics guy: heavy, white but maybe ambiguously raced, balding, sort of panting, crooked teeth, stretched-out t-shirt, but really sweet and dorky! It was, I told him, and we went into a whole conversation about comics that I know ( Read more... )

I’ve recently been enjoying a) the fact that MoMA is a 7 minute walk from my work and b) my ability to get into museums for free thanks to one summer of work at the American Museum of Natural History. I’ve been attending the CalArts Film and Video series at MoMA and it’s been bliss. Uncrowded theatre, unpretentious crowd, air conditioning, and ( Read more... )

I like this come-what-may lifestyle. I like not having plans and just doing what feels good at that moment ( Read more... )

Mom and Mara were harassing me this past weekend about my sagging boobs. Apparently 80% of women or something like that wear the incorrect bra size. I got measured this weekend at Nordstrom’s. I can’t even believe what my real size is. My boobs sag no more!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Midtown Manhattan contains the worst-dressed people I have ever witnessed in NYC. I literally make “ughs” of disgust on my morning walk from the subway to my office on 46th Street. It’s not just the poorly-dressed office workers, but it’s also the tourists who failed to do any research before taking their ( Read more... )

There’s sand in my Altoids.

I made it to Jones Beach at 3:45 PM yesterday with my parents and our relative.  It was nice, my parents are so cute. My mom has HOT HOT 20-year old-looking legs on her 60-year old body. Sushi for dinner, then I made it to the UES to hang with K and her sisters post-Madonna at Madison Square Garden. Why the f**k am I at ( Read more... )

It’s been a non-stop week of culinary delights.

Pure f*cking insanity on the wallet:

Friday: Les Enfants Terribles on the LES with Mara and Max. Delicious scallops and even more delicious mojitos.

Saturday: Brunch at Dizzy’s in Park Slope with K. Crap service, beer-bellied frat boy unprofessional waitstaff. Never going back. Dinner at Congee ( Read more... )

You know how you're taught in Jr. High Health Class that there's "good" peer pressure and "bad" peer pressure? I'd like to think that I partake in "good" racial profiling.
Gary's account of my prowess:

"Speaking of calling out: my table mate, Cheryl, who just self-published Bernie, the Wackiest Jewlipino on Earth, a collection of funny anecdotes ( Read more... )

I read blogs of people that I kind of know, but they probably don’t know that I read their blog. It makes me feel a bit stalkerish but I don’t really care, cuz they put themselves out there, right?

I got tix to the last Sleater-Kinney tour ever, but for Philly cuz NY was sold out. It’s a blessing, I think --  I don’t wanna be in Webster Hall at a ( Read more... )