accidental flares of love burst through the atmosphere

We spent the weekend in New York City

"Looks better in the rain, like it's been lacquered"  -Tom Waits, on NYC First of all, on a somewhat unrelated note, I just bought a flight to London. I JUST BOUGHT A FLIGHT TO LONDON. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to book this flight?! Years and years and years. Lifetimes, practically.

Morales and I escaped from California for the weekend and stayed in Brooklyn with Audrey, wandering around the city eating amazing food and drinking and taking photos and getting mauled by kitties. I wonder if I'll ever be able to leave the state of NY without feeling like it's holding my hands and begging me not to go. Probably not. I've gotten so good at See You Laters with that state, but there's still a heavy sigh when I step onto the plane.









We wandered around Manhattan in the Sunday sunshine, but it poured on Monday. Finally, raaaaaain!

We were making our way down a very soggy Brooklyn street when we walked by a school that had just released all of its students, and for a short time we were trapped in a sea of chest-level umbrellas and laughing children. I had just told Audrey the previous day that high concentrations of children stress me the fuck out, but for some reason this was different. I think it may have been the first time that I've ever caught a glimpse of my own future with someone other than myself in it. If I ever have kids, I want them to experience that moment. I want them to be able to splash around, yell a whole lot, and be excited about a good summer rain after a half day at school.

We ate at Provini in Park Slope, which may have been one of my best dining experiences ever - homemade pasta, Ella Fitzgerald playing, good wine, amazing company and conversation, and a rainy day outside. I've been long overdue for a day that will be lodged in my memory for the rest of my life, and I got one on Monday.








Ps, this girl recently got married and it was the most beautiful wedding OF ALL TIME. Remember? Her husband is pretty much the greatest. He made us pancakes and whiskey milkshakes and we talked about music and he saved Cindy's life from David Copperfield, the Very Angry and Territorial Cat.



(It's obviously important to note that outside of Audrey and Gordon's apartment, someone had stenciled Mulder and Scully on the trash bin. Audrey mentioned that she thought it was cute that they painted a dancing couple on it, and I lost my shit when I glanced at it and realized what it actually was. This photo! THE TRUTH IS IN BROOKLYN, AHHH)

It made me really happy to see Audrey and Cindy interact for some reason. I like smushing different parts of my life together and seeing what happens. EXPERIMENTS! We also met up with Cindy's friend Sarah and EVI, who I haven't seen since I left my job at the PR firm in 2011. Lemon mint iceys were consumed and carousels were ridden and views were viewed. It was the best weekend I've had in a long time. Thank you thank you thank you Audrey and Gordon for putting up with us for the weekend, I LAAAAHVE you!

You: Part 2

You: Part 1