<hemos> Christ, World of Warcraft & MySpace together. <hemos> Barrens Chat finds its natural home.
<basehead> NSFW <basehead> no sex for wafflelad <wafflelad> :(
<grue> Emma, when I first started reading your site you were a crazy 19 year old club-hopping college kid <emma> ok <grue> Now you're what, 24? <emma> 25 <grue> And you have a grown-up job and a stable relationship and a savings account and your work has appeared in the New York Times <emma> sure <grue> Well, all these signs of impending adulthood were making me pretty glum. <grue> But the fact that you can still go out and get trashed on a Wednesday gives me hope that the crazy Emma I once knew lives on <grue> So my message to you is don't let Crazy Emma die! We still love Crazy Emma! <emma> haha <emma> i'll do my best <grue> Do not fail us!
Friendly bartenders are, I think, both a blessing and a curse. We all like free drinks, but the world of hurt I'm in today suggests that the many free shots I consumed last night were perhaps ill-advised. At least when combined with six hours of vodka tonics and a jukebox containing a surprisingly robust selection of Morrissey. I'll have to do further research and get back to you - all in the name of science of course.
I saw my first pumpkins of the season yesterday - a cafe near my office had a little heap of them outside their door. It made me want to buy school supplies and drink apple cider. It may be eighty degrees today, but I don't care.
Fall isn't the only thing that happening too quickly - my sense of the passage of time is out of whack in general, and it seems to be getting worse every year. I was having drinks with friends last week and mentioned something that feels to me like it happened fairly recently, but they pointed out it was actually almost three years ago. Is this how it starts? Am I going to be doing the same thing with decades, soon? I was going to buy Chris a cane for his birthday (so he can shake it at passing children, who will refer to him as Crazy Old Man Brown and then run away) but maybe I should buy it for myself instead.
It's been a cool, rainy week in New York, neither of which is really something I can complain about. I've been getting out and about as much as possible, because I'm all too keenly aware of the fact that this right now is the sweet spot between sweaty and freezing, and it won't last very long.
Chris and I hit up Soho Park and Rice to Riches earlier this week for burgers and rice pudding (you can guess which comes from where). Soho Park opened fairly recently, but I've found it to be tasty so far. Mainly grill food like burgers, hot dogs, sausages of various types and toppings. Worth visiting if you're in the neighborhood. Rice to Riches, on the other hand, has been around for a while now, although I wouldn't have known about it if my brother hadn't taken me there a couple years back. It remains a fabulous place if you like rice pudding. And if you don't like rice pudding, well... I'm afraid I don't know what to tell you.
As for this weekend, I plan to stay in out of the rain and continue my month-long apartment cleaning binge. I suppose some people do this in the spring, but I do it in the fall. Soon, our closets will be organized within an inch of their closety lives, and I can die happy.