stream of consciousness day

 

to ring in my birthday, rob and maria and i engaged in stream of consciousness day: a 24-hour piece of performance art centered on doing whatever we want, when we want it. obviously there's not much planning to be done aside from taking a vacation day from work and mentally preparing yourself for the possibility that your stream of consciousness could lead you to a tattoo parlor or the lunchable aisle of the grocery store or, heaven forbid, staten island. luckily our streams didn't lead us to do any permanent damage. i was mostly looking to eat as many breakfast sandwiches as possible, maria and i got massages and our nails did, and rob went to the party store to buy those absurd clown glasses for us. we ate cake balls and nougats and... we just didn't hold back when it came to eating and drinking. the day ended with sangria and bacon cheeseburgers on the hudson as the sun set, some really strong coconut cake at good enough to eat, and belly aches that carried on into the next day. hehe, oops. 

-yeh!

my ginger curry milkshake brings all of the manhattanites to the nethermead.

 i was a big gay girl at googa mooga yesterday and it was a total blast!!

do you think becoming a career milkshake wench would be a good use of my music degree?

 what was the opposite of a blast was emerging from the tent after my shift in need of 
some proper protein and seeing nothing but lines. oy vay!

 maria saved my life with a little porchetta sandwich and a blue ribbon chicken wing. and then i indulged in a mini coconut popsicle before booking it to the greenmarket for some cider and snackees so that i wouldn't fall over on the twelve mile bike ride home.

but, like, i don't know what i was expecting. crowds like this...

make me want to assume the fetal position, cover my ears and eyes, and click my red shoes, wishing to be back in bed again. it was like one of those nightmares where you're chasing the big man made of mac and cheese and you want to eat him but he's juusssttt out of reach. 
so close yet so far. so starving. it's pancake time.

-yeh!

alphabet soup

can you think of a more perfect evening than eating fried chicken and macaroni and cheese and brownie batter soft serve with roasted pistachios and rainbow jimmies over discussions on fame, photography, and gossip with donny?

i most certainly cannot.

unless it involves an al roker sighting. 

-yeh!

these days

it is warm enough for outside pizza nights.

a new dinner table, which was christened with yummies from kashkaval, 

makes me smile so hard that i think my face will fall off.

i have been enjoying ramps, salmon rillettes, and serial music with this human.

grom is the best medication for my poor sore throat.

...an almond cookie candle, edith piaf, and the occasional bit of poetry plopped in my inbox 
make the world go round.

-yeh!