Perfect Sunday commences as follows:
I wake up around 11:30am with a txt from Simone: "Brunch!"
I get out of bed.
I go to pick up my laundry.
It is approximately 76 degrees Fahrenheit outside and sunny.
The laundry is not done yet.
I walk back to my apartment and take a shower.
I go back and my laundry is ready.
Now I have towels and socks!
The boys get ready.
We head to the station and OH GOD IT'S A MIRACLE THE L IS RUNNING REGULAR FOR THE PR PARADE!!!
Arrive at Juliette and meet Simone for brunch.
Eat that brunch (Eggs Florentine/nibbles of Adrian's banana stuffed french toast with bourbon maple syrup. Yes. I know, right?)
Walk to Greenpoint to see a show (Laura Gibson, The Dodos)
Secure a decent enough spot front and center.
Set list leaves a bit to be desired, but the show was great (all that finger-picking guitaring, crazy drums, and yelping!)
Go home and clean my room.
Phwew!
The Dodos look like this.
Air conditioner unit puppy outside of B's front door.
I saw this pretty whip in the bike shop down the street from me.
Jenny be mine?
Jenny be mine?
1 comment:
uhhhhh i think my exact words were "brunchersize!" as in "we going to use the power of brunch to fight crime."
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