Brooklyn. Union Hall. 2 AM Club.

Funny thing, the four of us live in Manhattan and we go to Brooklyn for a concert. We can't go to Pianos?

On Myspace.

At Union Hall in Park Slope, Brooklyn

Yes. There was Bocce, you guessed right.

blonde girls acting like groupies
(anna sui top w/ major bra strap violation)

Philadelphia - Matt Duke, 9:30 pm.

Two nights ago, my friends S. & R. (who are roommates) decided to go on an impromptu journey to Philadelphia. They invited me along - who was I to say no to such a request - and I met up with R. at her office, jumped in S.'s car, and we were off...well, off to wait in an hour of traffic at the Lincoln Tunnel.

The reason of our trip is to see an old friend, Matt Duke, perform at Tin Angel. He's not really *my* old friend, but we know him from our sorority, through one of our sisters. While back then it seemed like he could break out at any moment, now he's definitely in the zeitgeist, having appeared in Teen Vogue and Perez Hilton.



We met up with our friend LK, who lives in Philly and goes to Medical School, and first went to a Medical School Party, complete with flip cup. They were about as socially awkward (her words, not mine) as I expected, for medical students, and there was a key lime pie. We left for the show soon after arriving.

Tin Angel, the venue, is at 20 South 2nd Street in the Old City, but it was confusing at first because I thought we were going to eat Italian food...you'll see what I mean if you ever go there. Matt was already playing, but we caught a good portion of his set, including this:



but at first I thought he sang "sexy reruns", which, I think, gives the song a new meaning. After saying hi, we needed food desperately...after all, we had only eaten Girl Scout cookies on the ride down (delicious, yet, not filling). We walked a little ways and hit up Soho Pizza, and it was yum. They even have Chicken Ranch pizza!

All & all, great night, except maybe the whole waking up the next morning at 5:15 part. I hate jobs!

Alex and I celebrated our one year anniversary on Monday. All I heard about the Big Day was “wear fancy clothes”…one thing he knows about me: I love Fancy Dates. Though I’m not particularly comfortable with wealth, I love stepping into it from time to time. Eating at 4* restaurants, mainly. And I love experiences vs. material items.

I love my dress. Long, one-shouldered, with pretty velvet flowers gathering at the top and bottom. Sounds dreary to the average fashionista, but I assure you, it’s fabulous. I waited in my company’s lobby for my “equal half” (does that work, or could it be more like “fuzzy naked one”?)

I will say one thing, running around Times Square in formal wear trying to hail a cab, is an experience. In a second, I even felt like a rock star “all eyes on me”. Quite the change.

Quick step into a cab, uptown, 76th & Madison. Foreign territory. Posh boutiques and eateries surround us, but we head to 35 76th: The Carlyle Hotel.

A venerable UES institution. I mean, this is New York. not new york. I flash Cute, Thoughful Boyfriend a knowing grin - I had mentioned wanting to see this for a couple months now. I love surprises.

Cafe Carlyle is in the back of the building, a basement=type setting with a mural - a seeming ode to Greek Mythology. Arrival at 7: Show starts at 8:30.

Dinner, though slightly mediocre with steak & halibut in a bore of an arrangement, was satisfying upper crust (foie gras was a nice touch - though I’m sure it’s not too heart/healthy, organic or even acceptable). Woody came on at 8:30 - I was expecting a little jazzy numbers but it - another surprise - was a little more dixieland. Up-tempo.

Rain after a lovely chocolat gateau w/ raspberry coulis.

Interesting to dip a toe into a life so completely removed from my own. Again, something you can only experience in New York.