After a day of toddlers, tantrums, and an epic snack/peeing experience in the McDonald’s by Penn Station, a dueling piano show at Webster Hall was just what I needed. It was touristy, cheesy, and alternately funny and annoying. But it was great.
Monthly Archives: March 2013
Fun fact: Merckens is a brand of melting chocolate that comes in disks and is used to make candy. A merkin is a pubic wig. In case you needed another reason to pay attention to proper spelling.
Anyway, I grew up watching my mom make suckers and chocolates to hand out as favors for class parties, and I’ve been trying my own hand at chocolate molding for a couple of years. Plus, hanging out at Michaels is my version of browsing in a fancy jewelry store, so I thought I knew the options out there.
But then I discovered peanut butter merckens. The glee I experienced biting into one of these disks of peanut butter-flavored chocolate is indescribable. Suffice it to say, my whole world shifted a bit yesterday.
There were no skewed expectations here. Headscapes was an art installation representing what goes on in the minds of artists. I knew it was going to be insane.
So when I first arrived and saw glass doors leading to a normal-looking exhibit space, I was surprised. The doors were locked. Disappointed at having come to Long Island City specifically for this show, I walked a few more feet and noticed there was another door. I went in that one. Then I pushed past the curtain and entered a dark warehouse full of craziness. Read the rest of this entry »
How do I, as an over 25-year-old woman nowhere near the path (in fact, not even close to the trail leading to the road leading to the path) to marriage, comment on someone’s engagement party without sounding jealous? How can I explain that the “surprise” aspect of the party, meaning everyone–friends, family, bartenders–knew about the engagement before the girl did, was entirely unappealing to me without sounding bitter? How would I tell you that the professional photographer hired to take pictures of the newly engaged woman as she entered, and then many multiple staged pictures with her friends, seemed like a nightmare to me without seeming jaded?
My knowledge of Staten Island pre-Sandy was that you could get there for free on a ferry. I bet the residents of SI would prefer that to still be my only knowledge of the borough.
It’s weird how you can hear about something, even in detail, and have it not completely register. You do, on some level, of course, understand that lives have been forever altered, stress levels tested to their breaking point, and resilience forced to be practiced day after day just to keep living. But you don’t really get it. Read the rest of this entry »
Cannot explain the deliciousness. There are no words.
All I can say is I’m glad I didn’t discover this amazing treat earlier, because it would have been dangerous for the impending swimsuit season (yeah, I realize it snowed yesterday, whatever; it’s supposed to be spring and if enough of us can just wish it hard enough, I’m sure that’s all it will take to make the weather cooperate).
Timing is interesting. Timing is also supposedly everything, and while I used to question that concept, more and more lately I’m starting to believe it.
The 30 seconds it takes me to find my gloves before going out the door is the difference between getting to work on time or 5 minutes late. Looking up at exactly the right moment makes the difference between seeing a full moon and viewing a dark sky full of clouds. Dating the right person during the wrong period of your life can be the difference between matrimony and spinsterhood. Leaving the frozen food in the oven too long is the difference between a delicious dinner and a ruined feast.
I think you get the picture. Read the rest of this entry »