best fucking birthday E-V-E-R. (pictures added)
It's the end of the weekend, so I'm pretty much exhausted, but before I flip back into work mode I wanted to quickly take note of the events that transpired this past week-
-Amanda flew into Boston on Wednesday night and we had lunch with Oleg the next day. Afternoon we met up with Rob and Paul and Petey and went to a rockin' secret cigar smoking tavern in North End for a few drinks.
Rob and Amanda slept over that night and in the morning we cooked a Birthday Breakfast- delicious Maui-style pancakes and havarti dill scrambled eggs (Carl-style) with OJ.
We topped the pancakes with starfruit and I 'blew out' the non-existent candles.
We took the epic commute to NYC and almost died on the Fung Wah chinatown express bus (but who hasn't) and met up with Alexia in D.U.M.B.O. and she'd bought a slice of cheesecake and a slice of carrot cake with 23 (existent) candles distributed on them, which we all lovingly shared.
This is the face I make when Rob is talking-
Then we hopped onto the subway to Lower East Side to see EdIT and the glitch mob throw down in an E. Coast vs/ W. Coast DJ battle at Element with Sub Swara (West coast won in my opinion.... REPREZENT)
It's hard to articulate how much fun we had there. A little bit of Burning Man crew mixed in with NYC locals and surrounding area glitch fans fuckin' throwin DOWN and kickin' back after a hard week's work. Delicious music. Beautiful people. Flooring belly-rhythm beats. Everybody dancing.
I finally got to meet edIT, my favorite DJ (*giddy*) and around 4am the club was still going, but we were hungry so we all headed down to 7A, quite possibly the best 24-hour restaurant in lower east side. Packed to the brim with people. Cheap, delicious healthy food. The city really doesn't sleep.
Eventually made it back to Alexia's and I passed out from exhaustion.
The next day we woke up and Alexia, Amanda and I got dressed to go out. It was beautiful- in all the years I'd known them, I'd never hung out with Amanda and Alexia together before. We all got beautiful ('bringin' sexy back', as the guy yelling down the street proclaimed) and realized we had the same giant old lady glasses in three diferent color schemes.
It also occurred to us that we were all three of us single and we had a slightly embarrassed moment thinking, 'alternative sex in the city'.
Regardless of sitcom connotations, it is good to be three intelligent, successful, good-looking twenty-something year old women in New York City.
It was a great day out with the girls (Rob had gone to hang out with fam in Jersey).
Alexia calls her modeling agency's car service and we pull up in a town car at Beacon's closet in Williamsburg for a little shopping. Then had a long, leisurely and incredibly pleasant brunch (at 5pm) at this kickass cafe called Fabiane. They kept playing damn fine music... the kind of music that you've heard alot, but it's oh-so good, e.g.- tracks from Beck's second to last album, some yeah yeah yeahs, gorillaz and so on.... 'our' oldies.
Shared a chocolate pear mousse birthday treat (I'm telling you... week-long birthday celebrations are the way to roll). Then the three of us hopped onto the Metro, bought a bottle of Jack and hit up this club called Fat Baby to see a friend-of-a-friend play in some sort of hip electronic band. The hipster vibes were suffocating so we headed over to B-Side, a bar that felt nicer and more familiar, kind of Texas style rabble-rousy. Hilarity ensues.
We meet a Real Russian wearing the most kickass hoodie with a Giant Embroidered White Tiger on it who does a great Borat impression. Another guy says to Amanda, 'don't take this the wrong way, but is your hair trying to look like Rod Stewart's?' which, surprisingly, leads to some engaging conversation.
We, of course, end the night with slices of NY pizza and attempt the impossible 'hailing a cab in front of the pizza place at 4 in the morning in lower east side' maneuver. This beady looking guy won't stop bugging us, poor guy, he's so lonely. 'hey,' he says, 'you guys wanna come hang out at my place?' he reminds me of my ex-friend oliver.
'what are we going to do there, make the sex?' we ask, i nthe Borat voice.
'no, no sex,' he says, 'beer and music. it'll probably be boring' he makes a face i can't describe in words. we can't stop laughing. 'come on,' he says. 'it'll be funny. it'll probably be boring though.' somehow this isn't convincing to us. a cab comes by and Alexia literally elbows someone in the face like an asshole new yorker and the guy isn't even offended. 'Hey, hey,' he says, 'keep it thorough.'
'Keep it thorough'?
It's our new phrase of the century. After a few fights with a couple pakistani guys some frat boys munching on slices forfeit their cab to us and we head back to Brooklyn to crash.
This morning we wake up and grab brunch at a sweet little cafe and negotiate the price of our granola/fruit/yogurt concoctions. I have a cafe mocha that is more mocha than cafe- a rare treat. I do a small calculation in my head and decide there's still enough time to hit up Toy Tokyo, my favorite toy store in St. Marks, before we hop the Fung Wah to Boston.
We purchase two of the cutest things ever constructed by human hands-
1) A half-panda/half hot pink cat doll, my birthday/christmas present from Amanda and
2) a black and white checkered boombox/lunch cooler combination with a headphone jack for your iPod.
Perfection. No partially-hydrogenated urban experiences here. Only 100% saturated New York City Madness.
With the people I love. All in all, one of the funnest birthdays ever. Yessssss. I love it.
(roses amanda got me when i was having a hard day)
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