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easter sunday was brunch in the village with meghan. vegan ice cream on the east side. and lots more walking. you would think i would have buns of steel after this, but as a wise woman once said, "and my buns...they don't feel nothing like steel." 5 bucks to anyone who knows that reference...
back uptown for authentic dominican shopping on st. nick, and by authentic, i mean shipped right over to the us by way of taiwan, and then tagged bilingually. introducing meghan to the heights in the summer (along with simmers) brought me such joy i cannot even begin to express. as i have said over and over again, i love my hood, and to share that with my ladies: priceless. or under $15, which is what i think we spent cumulatively on a dress, shoes, and shorts (otherwise known as underwear).
fine dining was had on audubon in my apartment, but since it was ordered in spanish by an old friend, it just tasted better. everything tastes better in spanish!
i feel that the true sign of a loved one is if they don't mind sitting in your apartment dining on take out and helping you purge your closet of all of your fat, stained, and inappropriate clothing.
if a bottle of patron is close by, all the better.
back to the pool hall on 181 (my new favorite hang out) and downtown to belmont lounge where my friends from uptown decided very quickly that their kind was not welcome. i know racism and prejudice exists. and i know its funny as hell. but when someone ACTUALLY personifies it, i am shocked to shit, each and every time. thanks mom and dad for making me watch rainbow bright, as i am certian that is how i became color blind. in fact, just as my editor in cheif, she comments on my color combo wardrobe choices bi-weekly!
a late night. but a good one. the weekend came to an end with me feeling no more catholic, but feeling that much more loved.
thanks for coming to visit simmers...
it was so lovely outside that we walked from the market to the lower east side to grab a couple midday margaritas and meet racially confused patrons at a little spot called epstein's. the it was cross town to dine at 69 gansevoort which, for some reason JUST struck me as dirty. i must be off my game. in fact, just ask simone. apparently i was so off my game saturday evening that she has never seen me be less charming or articulate. now that is a good friend. after lots of non-verbal communication and the best tater tots i have ever had we made our way uptown to witness the heights in all its glory. back down to the les for dancing i have never seen simone more shameless. and i respected. i chose to spend my night playing wingman AND doorman, at BOB till it was time to go home and go to bed.
easter weekend just passed and i could not have asked for more. jesus himself would have risen again, just to feel the warmth of new york's spring sun on his face. word on the street is he wouldn't have needed a high spf either, despite all of those blue eyed portraits we see hanging in our favorite taquieras.
in addition to the lord our savior making an appearance many moons ago, my bffgf Simone did as well. sometimes you forget how nice it is to have family (even if in name only) around. kicking off the weekend with my hygienically challenged nephews, mother, and sister, i rose early on saturday to greet simone and head to the brooklyn flea market. a first for me.
april 2010
thanks to my very prolific friend at untiligetmarried.com it was brought to my attention that a shot of mine from a shoot for VIBE can be seen at onSMASH. a small feat, perhaps, but seeing my name in lights (or small times new roman print) will never cease to bring me joy. well, at least when it is accompanied by an image i created. a speeding ticket or subpoena might not warrant quite the same reaction.
regardless, check it out:
http://www.onsmash.com/april 2010
thanks
march 2010
For those of you who know me, you know I love my hood, so here is the school behind my former residence, and only a few blocks from my current one. I am telling you, Washington Heights is my home away from home. It took me like 5 years to become Mexican. How long do you think it will take me to become Dominican?
Sunday involved several of my favorite past times: Walking through the city, trying something new , and beating the hell out of a dead horse. Central Park was lovely, if not a little chilly on the Lord's day and row boating is something I would recommend, as it is secluded in a public space, affordable, and entertaining for sure. Sometimes I love New York. Sometimes I question my sanity.
Last weekend was a beautiful early Spring New York weekend and I intended to take full advantage of it, as my Jamaican-inspired work schedule has yet to commence. After a long, painful North Eastern Winter little feels better than feeling the actual sun on your rapidly aging face.
At the suggestion of a friend I met in prison, or at a former employer's demonic business, its basically the same thing, I had a romantic evening in downtown . A stroll along the river with no floating gangster bodies in sight set the tone for our ride on the Staten Island Ferry at sunset. It is here I discovered that a Saturday evening is when when the SI'ers utilize the Ferry's lounge like bathroom to its fullest to recreate the early 80's with hair and face, and not in a good way! Banana clips are back! Did you know?
Just because I cannot currently afford to GO to Asia to sample their cuisine does not mean that I cannot enjoy a good, underground hole in the wall Indonesian/Malaysian eatery where I only recognized half of the dishes. The slurping of fellow diners really made the experience authentic, so thanks to the Asians in the US for keeping their native table habits in tack.
Out till 11, I felt accomplished and went home to read The Bell Jar, which I totally thought was about me, till I realized the bitch was going crazy...
Last week I did the kind of traveling nobody likes to do. I went home to California to see an ailing family member. A surreal experience to say the least, watching the end of a life cycle is much more strange and difficult than watching the beginning. That being said, here are there very few shots I took on my whirlwind trip home.March 2010
