It’s not every day you take two separate trips to 34th street or go into a building and not emerge until it’s dark out! You can see the imprint from my yoga mat on my face in the last photo. That’s the kind of thing that you need at the end of an epic long day.
The first of September seems like it centuries ago. It’s been 17 long days, I guess.
For the 1st I was in Connecticut at my parents’ for the holiday weekend. We had a visitor, it was my dad’s birthday, and I was mom-dogging with Earnest and Bo while Dom was out of town.
September is now seriously under way. I’m almost finished writing my thesis. My cousin, Seanie, got married two weekends ago. I started my internship at a small digital agency. Rehearsals for cakeface’s October show are in full swing. I actually had to wear a coat yesterday. I am such a gross ball of stress that yesterday I gave myself a migraine and today I can’t move my head to or fro. I am Frankenstein, I think.
On one hand, I’m complaining. On the other, I’m not complaining and just acknowledging that my life as of late is very full, sometimes very unrewarding and requires several MTA transfers a day.
My last first day of school.
I don’t remember my first first day of school. A few years out I won’t remember this day either.
But riding up Willoughby this morning I felt like I was kissing summer a long good-bye. Like when you’re saying good-bye to someone you really love a lot and you know there is going to be a lot of time/distance/space between you and you are trying to hang on to all the good stuff that made you love them so much and it’s all projecting like movies on the insides of your skull.
Ok summer, for real. I love you! Good-bye.
Since moving to New York six years ago, summer seems to drop off right after my birthday. The air gets crisp, and the sun shifts to an angle that warns me that summer is waning. It often makes me nauseous.
This year I am mourning the loss of summer, but in that I’m also preparing myself to go mega-psychotic full-speed hyper-balls-to-the-walls to finish out my last semester of graduate school.
Yesterday Dom and I rode our bikes out to Jacob Riis Park. We rode down Bedford Avenue all the way from Bed Stuy to Sheepshead Bay and then over the Marine Bay Parkway. It was beautiful and smiling was a natural reaction as I pedaled as fast as I could up and down hills. We ended this epic, 30+ miler day with enormous Coconut Bliss ice cream sundaes with sprinkles. When Dom tucked me in last night, I rehashed summer highlights until I talked myself to sleep.
celebratory end-of-semester swank dinner
“NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star” museum date with Debo
Alexis’ going away party with the fist
My favorites after the Brooklyn Half
First time in Coney (I know…)
Frigid Boston Calling with Cap’n Cara + Jesocat
Boston Calling, the sun came out the last day
One of many car trips with Bo this summer
Morning Philly dog walk
Height of summer!
Effing Chicago with cakeface
First show in Chicago
Moving to Bushwick
Fourth of July
Feeding goats and laughing at their weird tongues touching my hand
cakeface’s first showing of harold, i hate you
Roosevelt Island weeknight adventure
Earnest on a road trip
Seeing my design work in the Berkshires
Mass Live Arts at Simon’s Rock
Birthday, fucking, cake, oh yeah!
kittehs in Bushwick!
Rhody trip to see soul sister
Hazelnut and Earnest
Good bye, summer.
Yesterday my flip flop broke while en route to the grocery store. It wasn’t a break that meant I could drag my foot along and get by. It essentially disintegrated.
I walked across Knickerbocker Ave with one bare foot. I walked directly into the dollar store where Dom bought me some $1.97 slippers which I wore to the grocery store.
Today I rode my bike to rehearsal. Riding down Morgan Ave, I decided to get on the sidewalk because I’m always afraid of trucks running me down at the light at Grand St. I didn’t quite land right on the curb, and the amount of sand made me slide like crazy. I found myself face down on the cement. Only minor injuries were sustained. But I was wearing helmet, which probably saved me from cracking my head open.
Yesterday? Walking barefoot in Bushwick! Today? Lying down on Morgan Avenue! 28 sure is shaping up to be a fucking adventure.
photo I stole from AS!
Yesterday was quite a day. I already felt the birthday love at 11:45AM, which was before I yogacized and before I ate 3 pieces of cake. And had a birthday party!
I’ve had plenty of birthday parties, but the last few years I’ve been hiding out from friends on my birthday as I’ve come to dread it. Jeso and Dominic decided this year they were putting their collective foot down and planning me a party. But I explicitly said “no surprises” after Jeso’s surprise and they played by the rules.
It was amazing!
I always hear people whining about how they don’t want to go to so-and-so’s birthday party because it’s going to be a drag, so I always feel self indulgent expecting people to come to celebrate “me” because that seems like not a very big draw. But wow! It is really fun and great when people show up just for you! I was very flattered, and felt very loved. And it feels like the very first time that I’ve had a birthday and been able to appreciate that.
Enlightenment! Oh yeah! That’s a pretty good birthday present too.
Thank you friends, who celebrated me from near and far. I love you all so so so so much.
[photo is from my birthday last year kayaking around Fox Island, Alaska. Brother’s face still makes me laugh.]
I sent my mom a text message last night telling her that I had just eaten a huge vegan sundae and was about to pass out but “thanks for carrying me for 9 months… and then the subsequent 28 years.”
2-8 is in and 2-7 is out! But, not without learning a few things:
1. When I die (which I’ve been thinking a lot about lately), I will think that this life has been good, but god damn, it went by so quick!
2. The “clear night” symbol on the iPhone weather app is not made up of tiny, indecipherable raindrops. They are stars. In my 27th year I carried my umbrella much less than my 26th year. Age = wisdom!
3. I could use to be more patient.
And dear friends, I love you all so much and am so thankful for your shiny presence in my life.
Onward, upward and striking while the iron is hot. YEOW.