http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Myz3vBMaNAA&list=PL09C81A29BF5564FA
I know this isn't a new song, but it's doing it for me this early fall.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Myz3vBMaNAA&list=PL09C81A29BF5564FA
I know this isn't a new song, but it's doing it for me this early fall.
A few weeks ago I went to lunch with a man I'd dated for a little while. Because we're friends, now. Which, you know, feels very mature.
And so we do things. Like go to lunch. And as we were parting ways, I had a thought and turned to him:
Every time I turn on my gas stove I think about you. Which, well, it must be that the scent of the gas is somehow connected to you? And how could that be? And do you think maybe you have a gas leak in your apartment?
Oh. Yeah. I do, was his response. Without batting an eye or missing a beat, Oh. Yeah. I do.
And I sighed. And laughed, just a little.
Dating in New York. So it goes.
I'm waiting for that scene in a rom-com.
Editor's Note: I have been assured that the super was called and the gas-leak was taken care of.
It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case, always the wrong size to fit the template called language. | Jeanette Winterson
(It took me about an hour and twenty minutes to get to Williamsburg last Saturday {it should have taken 25 minutes, but the G train was construction or something...} This is to say, I was hungry. Or hangry. So my brunch at Egg was epic. Bacon and sausage and pancakes, oh my!)
(I can't get over this little park in Cobble Hill--always makes me think of the park in Notting Hill AND NOTTING HILL IS HAVING A MAJOR MOMENT IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW).
(I told you, pancakes).