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.
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.
Last weekend my mom and I took our annual birthday trip.
To the Berkshires!
There was… some shopping in Lenox, a lot of yoga followed by a lot of meditation at Kripalu followed by a Radiohole’s Inflatable Frankenstein at Simon’s Rock for Mass Live Arts, and a luxurious day at Canyon Ranch(!). I’m not afraid to admit that I move quickly between all extremes!
The weekend was rounded out by some premature birthday cake with my parents on Sunday night. Maple walnut, oh yeah!
8 trains and a bus. Two trips to Grand Central, one at 10am and one at 4pm, with a little foray to Pratt Brooklyn in between, finally landing myself in my childhood bedroom at 10pm for a solid 10 hours of sleep.
I think I deserved it.