u s e y o u r h a n d s

I’m at the Grind in Lincoln Square for the second time in two days (thanks, last-minute work assignment.) Ad sitting in front of me is this guy who looks extremely unusual. Here are some ideas: 1) German army colonel; 2) 1920s-era mountain hiking guide; 3) frontman for a Spoon/My Morning Jacket-type band.

Also, this crazy chick who seems to live here is, surprise, here. Although the really good vegan cookies are not.

A Moment on My Birthday from shylo bisnett on Vimeo.

(Oh, yes, I do realize that the title of this post is a Pavement album. And while I don’t enjoy Mr. Malkmus and his band, I will steal his title. Thanks, indie rock kids.)

So, I just got back from dancing for hours and hours. It was divine. And it’s Monday. There’s no work tomorrow and the day stretches long before me, full of possibility and hummus. Which I’m eating now. It was just insanely fun to go find some fun dance music, come home and listen to Belle and Sebastian, and then plan what kind of fruit pie I’m baking tomorrow. All with a cat doing a fun little galette around my legs.

How can any girl ask for more?