Gimme Indie Rock!

Local bakery update (not cupcakes!): When Pigs Fly officially makes the best bread ever. Picked up a loaf of sundried tomato bread to go with our lasagna last night, and it's ridiculously tasty.

In sad non-local news, I've been informed that Burgers & Cupcakes has closed shop in New York. But I need it to exist so that once a year we can have one perfect day in New York. That perfect day involves: a heck of a lot of walking, reading books at Vol de Nuit with begian beers and french fries, and then dinner at Burgers & Cupcakes. I am a simple woman with simple needs, and a restaurant that serves only burgers and cupcakes is one of those needs.

Also, I've decided that I seriously need to read more books. Next year will be a year for reading books! I'm reading The Thirteenth Tale right now, which is entertaining enough. But it has reminded me that I never read Jane Eyre, and I think that needs to be rectified. There are a bunch of other "classic" type books that I need to actually read, too. I'm not sure if that will involve Ulysses or not.

I was just reading this site about abandoned T stations, it's pretty nifty. I think it's fascinating to think of all the history buried under and above the tunnels.

One of the reasons why I love New York so much is that it just awes me to think about the sheer number of people in such a relatively short period of time that's taken to make the city what it is today. It's so vibrant and alive (and stinky).

Drew has the best ideas. Like when he says "you wanna go to New York?" and when I saw "now?" he says "why not."

Awesome. Totally awesome weekend. We rocked the city hardcore.

whee.
so, so glad the powers that be at work made the call to give me a snow day in the early am, before it looked all calm and kinda pretty out.
( nyc was a blast. )

i have no shame. i'm addicted to a nelly song.

so tomorrow i'm off to NYC with c_m_i. i *heart* new york. all those big buildings and exciting things (i'm from maine, give me a break- i still get a thrill from boston sometimes). we've got a few things on tap as far as stuff to do goes, but any suggestions for good bars from anyone who's been there recently? the last time i went i recall a place called "the stoned crow." -Aside- tintin1, i don't think you were there with us, but it was the time R.E. and i went to visit you. i'm hoping to not cause as much chaos this time.

reasons why today already rocks:
1- let myself sleep for an extra half hour this morning and still got to work on time
2- it's sunny outside
3- the new teen girl squad comic is hilarious
4- only a few more days 'til the trip to new york!!! hooray! art, sleater-kinney show, tiki bar...

Gah!!!
Sleater-Kinney is touring! Again!
But they're not coming to Boston =(
Now I must decide: road trip to Northampton on 2/13 or Providence on 2/14.

Wait a second... NYC on 2/15... if I'm not mistaken, that might be a long weekend, too. That means TIKI BAR time!!!!!! swoon.
The possibilities are endless.

i should be doing something vaguely productive, but 2 nights of mind-numbing class have done me in. plus, i remembered something i meant to post earlier today, as i was taken by a wave of nostalgia. well, see, i was thinkin' as i bought my warm wintery stuff that i could use a new hoodie, as this one is getting worse for the wear. then i got to thinking about hoodie #1 (as i am now on hoodie the second). that old sweatshirt had the best adventures- there was that time i [inadvertently] set myself on fire. and the whirlwind trip to nyc which ended in the untimely demise of said hoodie: some friends and i went out drinking, for um, a while. around midnight we wandered over to the [totally sweet] apartment at which another friend was apartment-sitting. many of the night's hilarious events are filed under the "you had to be there" category- suffice to say that the doorman muttered "this should be interesting" as he let us in. oh yeah. so, sitting on the [immobile for, like, half an hour] subway, someone who will remain un-named took it from my drunken little hands and... unceremoniously vomited into it. i say unceremoniously because i don't think i knew what happened until we returned to the place at which we were crashing and she needed to "wash" it. thus marked the death of a comfy, comfy sweatshirt.