FYI

I love when people write important information in random places addressed to everyone and no one, in particular. It makes me feel like I'm in a secret society.

Jenny O

My friend Jenny O plays my favorite songs.
We go to small venue concerts together. It's kinda our thing.
Ain't she a beaut...

Live Free or Diner

Mary and I took the J train to Marcy and walked west on Broadway until we arrived at what I would have had no problem being my final destination, in general.

We sat at the bar.

"Molly sent me."

-----flashback-----"Mel, when you're in New York, go to Marlow and Sons in Brooklyn. Eat their food."

The waiter had locks upon locks of curly red hair that all crowded to a halt on the forefront of his head. His recommendations were firm and gentle, and he spoke of the Faro Primavera like my Grandma speaks of her father.

So we ordered it.

And the Market Veggie Salad.

And the Goat Cheese Salad.

And the Hamburger with fries.

And coffee. Oh, the coffee.

I wanted to see what else they had under their delicious sleeve. But alas, I was completely satisfied. I could have ordered and eaten for hours. Years, possibly.

"Thanks for coming, girls."

"Thank you for cooking."

The Williamsburg Bridge was glowing gray and pink while we walked back over it to Manhattan.

Taking Out the Trash

I've been running around the Jackie O Reservoir the past few days.  I listen to music simultaneously.  When "Time to Pretend" by MGMT comes on, I raise my arms high into the air, approximately 20 degrees forward from my head.  Then heavy streams of black, rotten trash begin blasting from my fingertips and into the sky where it all disappears.  When the song ends, I'm able to inhale all the way down to my toes.  

Go Funk Yourself

Do yourself a favor and go to this show.  All the cool kids will be there asking, "How is she not the biggest effing rockstar on the planet?"  Feel free to sing along, 'cause no one will be able to hear you over her windpipes anyways.  Get some new dance moves from the pretty gay boys on your right and feel wonderfully inadequate to the pretty black girls on your left. She'll make you feel like old times, even if you weren't alive back then.  When it's all over, you'll feel like you've been beaten within an inch of your life, but still asking for seconds.  This is Nikka Costa. Learn about it.  

PS That picture up there, I took it. 

adults

Kahlea and I are a band now.
We have hits. Two of them. Possibly three, as soon as we release the song "Kahlea, This is My Passport Photo" onto the Interweb.
Adults also has a few honorary members (Danny), and one probationary member (Rob aka Robo Ono).
Walter 2.o is our manager. This is because he is super awesome at "marketing ploys."
Chad takes photos of us and orange street cones. Also, big black luxuy vehicles can be in the background.
We will be touring with Dirty Coyote (Short Haired Mike Wilson and Gary) this summer, co-headlining the Things That Make You Go Boo Tour.
So, we're the worst.
You will probably be a fan, aka Former Baby.
PS We're a genie in a bottle, baby.