It was brought to my attention this evening, at a musical benefit at Hank’s Saloon (oh, the ignorant years I spent NOT visiting Hank’s Saloon!), by a former UARTS classmate (did I ever think we’d be standing together at Hank’s Saloon, ten years ago??), that I have not been here in awhile. I have not updated this space in a long time. Since September, to be precise.
For those who follow along, read along, laugh at me, laugh with me, well, I am BACK.
I’ve been busy. Really busy. Working and working and holiday-ing and (job) searching, and interviewing and meeting and dancing and cleaning (pencil shavings off of the gallery floors in the Met) and drinking (mostly ginger ale and seltzer, and a beer or two, when I catch that window of opportunity to have a beer) and crying (well, let’s be real) and probably not yelling as much as I should. Oh, and eating. Always eating. It’s my favorite thing to do, aside from riding the train, which is my #1 activity, most of the time.
Right before Christmas, I finally had the opportunity to visit the Montauk Club. A very good Park Slope friend very sweetly treated me to her membership privileges (and her fabulous company).
As a former stress smoker, I can honestly say these nuggets of sweetness and joy produce the same calming effect, minus the poison. And they make you smile! They really make you smile!
Waiting for a table with my darling Elle at Roberta’s, buzzed solely on ginger ale and happiness.
This came to my mailbox from Inwood. Inwood is a magical place, kind of like the Oz of Manhattan…
My aunt’s father was the coolest thing that ever happened in Williamsburg.
Stealing coffee, sighing, these sweaters worn without irony, a menorah=a very Long Christmas.
Twenty years ago, the one on the left received a talking Barney the Dinosaur for Christmas. Oh, where does the time go??
There was one time when the lead singer of Man Man accused me of “being in jail.” I said “nope, I’ve just been back in Brooklyn.” That still makes me laugh, and I still find all of this rather amusing (and really awesome).
I got to spend the final moments of (surreal and wonderful) 2013 with this beautiful Mufasa-clad lady….and….
these two wonderfuls.
Three people who will always be at the top of my list.
Did you guys know it SNOWED? Prospect Park.
I walk by her all the time on my way to Graham Ave, but now when I see her starry, golden halo, I think of Sicily and I am so grateful for that memory/point of reference, that I honestly want to drop to my knees and say a “Hail Mary.”
I have a new roommate and a new bookshelf and Steph rearranged my books, and this is what I found the other day….my bookshelf is stellar.
This is NOT my bookshelf; just a few Park Slope treasures.
This is a photo of my twin sister, Roseann, on our (I think) 2nd birthday, with my uncle (the same person pictured above, in the fabulous sweater, only this is 26 years earlier). She’s going through a rough time lately, I have not seen her in over a year and I feel like there is nothing I can do to help her. That’s a terrible feeling.
I love this photo because it brings me back to a very simple place of happiness, and every time I look at it I remind myself that this sort of happiness is not impossible; I will have it again, and perhaps she will too.
And…speaking of simple happiness: I came across this one recently. Oh, the joy. At the very least, in 2014, I know how to dress myself! (Canarsie, circa summer 1992-1993. None of those clothes were mine).
Happy 2014, you bunch of gummi bears!