Things I Love Thursday
Christmas in NYC! Joe took me into the city Saturday to see the Rockefeller tree, wander the streets, peak at the Macy's Santa, and run amok through F.A.O Schwartz in a not so vain attempt to take Christmas back. I had such an awesome time and felt like such a mother fucking tourist. I took pictures of so much stuff. 'Oh! The building has lights on it!!' *snaps picture* 'Hmm... let me fidget with these settings...' *gets trampled* There were Yule gifts purchased at both Macy's and F.A.O for each other. We know what we're getting, but the catch is, we can't have them just yet. Speaking of Macy's, their indoor toy display by Santa was fairly odd. It was circus themed, yet sort of gothy and glam. Very odd. We went outside to look at the Miracle on 34th Street animated window displays, which are impossible to photograph well. After Macy's we walked up 6th Ave to Radio City, got caught up in a huge mob of people heading to the tree, and pondered our chances of survival in that situation had there been zombies. We decided our chances were about 1%, given the thickness of the crowd and our immobility. Either we'd get trampled or we'd be eaten, I mean, unless a miracle ocurred. Suck. After gazing at the glorious, twinkling, tree we walked up 5th Ave to F.A.O Schwartz, were we played with toys, gawked at Lego displays and snagged a big ass bag of candy. At Penn Station I got a coffee, downed it to warm up, then got on the train, snuggled up to Joe and slept on the ride home. Pictures of the day are on my Flickr in the Christmas Album.
Alkaline Trio: Every so often I get on a serious Alkaline Trio kick. I've been playing it loudly at my desk at work, via my ipod, and driving my coworkers insane. I can't resist lines like 'Shaking, like a dog shitting razor blades' and 'I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall', both of which are from the song Radio. I tend to forget how much I like them until one of their songs comes on randomly, but once it does, I'm hooked for at least a week. By that I mean, relentlessly. I'm surprised people who are trapped in the car with me when I'm like this haven't started tucking and rolling into traffic...
Going to the Pub: No better was to end the week than with a good ale and some good friends. I'm one of those weirdos that won't go to just any pub. I need to find a pub that I can call home, and then I'll only go to that pub unless forced to another one by matter of obligation, such as a friend's birthday. Or by sheer distance. My original pub is about 45 minutes from the apartment, so I've found a new one. That was hard.
Domesticity: What the fuck? Seriously. Did any of you just read that this is something I love this week? I swear to Cthulhu, I'm sick in the head. I've been feeling cluttered and wanting to make the apartment spotless, but can't because I have to finish Christmas gifts. It's driving me batshit crazy. I've been fantasising about baking cookies and brownies all week long. Brownies with fluff and fudge chunks in them. I went grocery shopping last night and bought all sorts of things with which to make scratch made biscuits and whatnot. I also... meal planned. For like, the next two weeks. This point kind of negates any street cred that Alk3o may have earned me. Shit. In my defense though.. COOKIES! nom nom nom.
Honourable Mentions:
Snarkiness, the word super, painting, Bad Religion, learning to knit, singing really loudly in the car, gummi bears, christmas lights, rain, Lebowski, neighbors opening my mail, train rides, sleep.