whirlwind.

i know i said i was "a little bored" with my summer thusfar, but i seemed to have proved myself wrong tenfold this weekend. upstate, downtown, brooklyn, fifth avenue and everything in between, here is a portrait of my crazytown last few days:

friday was babysitting. brunch, hair-braiding, a tour of cold spring, family dysfunction, bridesmaids, arts & crafts, alice in wonderland, playing fetch with zoe, and hanging out with three of the sweetest little ladies all the way from canada.

saturday was a trip back in time. ferryboats, flappers, picnic in the grass, sangria toasts, the charleston, tommy-guns, big bands, floppy hats, old-timey everything, and many blanket discussions about women and history.

sunday was PRIDE. floats and flags, balloons and bears, dancing and drag queens, friendship and acceptance, future is bright and it gets better, stickers and swag, glitter and gays for miles and miles. followed by shakespeare in a park, n'awlins in the 1940's, fernando's falsetto, frozen mojitos (my new heaven), gossip & girl talk, empanadas and a long, drunkish subway ride home.

sometimes i forget i live in the greatest city in the world. it all disappears in the mess of commutes and meetings and work and rent-paying. it becomes normal, workaday. but then i have weekends like this, when everything is happening and i am all over the place celebrating whatever needs to be celebrated, and in these moments i am reminded that i do, in fact, live in the center of it all.


the true new yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding. –john updike