I thought I'd go up Poughkeepsie...

I love saying "Poughkeepsie" ('puh-kip-see' or maybe 'po-kip-see'). Last weekend, I accompanied my friends to a wedding upstate. It was a beautiful place to visit. While wandering, I managed to find some winding country roads with tree canopies and little hobbit homes. It reminded me of driving around on family vacation in Georgia and the Carolinas. The weather was perfect, the company VERY enjoyable and escaping from the city for a few days was so refreshing. I am thinking of visiting again. Camping anyone?

une visite de mon amie

I love visitors because I am forced to get into 'tourist' mode, instead of relaxed (or tired) Brooklyn mode. My friend Sarah, an old roommate from college, visited last weekend. We took a tour of the Tenement Museum on the Lower East Side. We walked the Brooklyn Bridge and got ice cream at the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory. We ate pizza at Lombardi's in SoHo. We saw A Moon for the Misbegotten, the play that just closed and starred Kevin Spacey. It was really good. We also saw the musical, The Drowsy Chaperone, which was incredibly hilarious! What else...we hung out in Prospect Park. We ate out a lot (and exhausted my 'eating out' budget for the month!) and spent our hard-earned money at every Starbucks we saw (they have air conditioning and bathrooms). It was a wonderful visit. Who's next???

Stranger than Fiction

I watched this movie last night, instead of going to grad school. I feel I made the right decision.

I can't describe why but I really enjoyed this movie. It was a cleverly unique plot and ridiculously funny at parts. I think this is my favorite of Will Ferrell's movies, but that's not saying much since I don't really like any others.

The movie has a very talented cast and I personally enjoy Maggie Gylenhall's performance. My favorite part is when Will's characters brings Maggie's character a box of flours (instead of flowers), since she's a baker. It was really cute.

missing something

This happens to me enough that I can remember it when I take a nap. I'll wake up and feel somewhat melancholy, like I'm missing something but I don't know what. It's like I've lost something or am missing a person that I have no recollection of knowing or missing. It's a weird feeling but it's hard to shake. I described this to a friend and asked, "You know? Doesn't that happen to you?" She said no. I am all alone in my nap-time melancholy. Strangely enough, writing this silly little blog that my two (maybe three) blog friends will read has helped.