aww so nice

When I gave my neighbor her bouquet I told her how much I had been enjoying them.  We got to talking about flowers for a while, she's a new york girl so she understood the whole bodega thing.  It was really nice, then I'm sitting at my computer and I see her walking up to my door with this adorable bud vase.

She said she had just gotten these for herself but since she has a nice big bouquet now she figured I could enjoy them.  : (

They are so pretty and they smell so nice!

Thank you Bernadette!!

beautiful flowers for the day

One of my neighbors got flowers today but she wasn't home to accept them.  The guy asked if I would mind keeping them until she gets home, which I don't.

It makes me miss nyc though, I don't ever buy flowers for myself down here.  I find it impossible to walk past a bodega with all their amazing flowers on display and not get something.  There were definitely times when I spent my last 5 dollars on lilacs instead of food, but it was always worth it.

These flowers are beautiful, I'm glad I get to enjoy them all day today while they are at their freshest, then turn them over for the annoying maintenance phase of flower ownership.

My sister gave me a spider plant while I was up in Sarasota last week so at least I still have some new greenery to tend to.  For some reason the detective has decided to chomp on it any time he gets the chance  so it's looking a little rough right now.  Hopefully it will just be like a haircut and it will make it grow even more now.  Hopefully.

Speaking of the detective, last night I confirmed that he must have some kind of learning disability.  I had spent the past two days cleaning my apt and decided to light some candles to celebrate it being clean.  I had also amassed quite a collection of half burnt tea lights from various places and wanted to burn them to the end so I could throw them away.  I had several tea lights lined up on my windowsill, where the detective likes to sit when he's on neighborhood watch.

So I'm standing looking out the window when he jumps up on the sill and walks directly over to the candles.  He stops with his paws amongst the candles and his body directly above them.  I am literally watching the hair on his legs start to singe and smoke as he literally is just standing there.  Worried about him catching fire and then running on a rampage around the apt lighting other things on fire, I go to try and brush his legs where his hair is literally catching fire.  He apparently thought I was giving him pets so he promptly sits down, on a lit tea light.

It must have finally burned him bad enough that he figured out what was going on because he got right up and ran in to the closet meowing in anger.  I had to air out the apt from the smell of burnt hair.  And I don't even understand, do you really have to learn about fire?  I thought it was like a primal kind of thing. And besides, that is not the first time he's ever been around fire either.  Which is why I am convinced that he is learning disabled.

It's no wonder he couldn't hack it on the mean streets of manhattan.

orange you glad I didn't say banana?

I have to admit I chose this beer initially because of the 13% alcohol content.  I needed a quick fix.  I knew I had made the right choice when I saw both the happy go lucky devil in the moonlight, and the wee goblet that my beer was to be poured in.

Then my eyes travelled down and saw why this beer and I were meant to be:

I was just explaining to somebody how I've come to realize that twirling your hair is a lot like smoking a cigarette.  If you've never actually done it you are really bad and awkward at pretending to do it, but once you've actually done it as a habit you understand the subtle intricacies.  It's not that I twirl my hair because I'm a dumb blond, it just really does feel good and gives my busy hands something to do while I think about dumb blond things.

But back to the beer.  I liked this Belzebuth from France, it had a very orange flavor to it that was unexpected and nice.  It almost tasted like a blue moon after you've dropped the orange wedge in it.  Except way more alcoholic.

After my Belzebuth and my dinner I decided I should have one of the dessert sounding beers.  I had been eyeballing this one last time so I figured I'd just bite the bullet and get it:

And let me tell you, gross.  Actually, Gross, with a capital "g".  The banana flavor was just so intense.  It was as if somebody had taken all the banana runts they didn't want and dumped them in to a beer.  And I was so optimistic about it too.

I will say though that had I not gotten it I wouldn't have read the neck and been reminded of one of my favorite memories of all time:

Andrew came to visit me in new york for his 21st birthday way back in the college days.  Andrew's birthday being in February meant that it was one of those "blizzard of the century" kind of deals that it seems new yorkers claim every winter.  I was determined to show Andrew a good time so we went downtown and bummed around from empty bar to empty bar.  Somehow as midnight approached we were at a bodega and I insisted that Andrew get a beer to chug at midnight to celebrate being 21.  Andrew (of his own volition) chose one of those big cans of Foster's.

I will just never forget Andrew standing on the street in the falling snow outside some random bodega in downtown new york, trying to chug a freezing cold fosters, saying over and over, "I can't do this!  It's like trying to drink a loaf of liquid bread!"

But he had to, it was his duty that night.  And it was all worth it when we finally arrived back home and he threw up all over his own car before he realized it was his car.

Good times.

the bodega that time forgot

This is my coffee that I just got from the corner store.  At first I was like, 'hmm that's interesting, I wonder why a bodega all the way up in spanish harlem would advertise for a store in SoHo' but figured that they must just be doing mass advertising all over the city or they were having a promotion or something.  Then I noticed that it said something about a store opening in the small print and I was like, 'omg they are going to open up a Uniqlo up here by the target, now I have no reason to leave this neighborhood'.

Then I read what it actually said:

So here's what I don't understand.  This corner store just opened really recently, like within the last year, so it's not like they had a box of these cup sleeves stuck in some dusty corner and just pulled them out to use.  They must have purchased a box of cup sleeves from 4+ years ago.  In which case, if the cardboard cup sleeve people are so overstocked on sleeves that they're still trying to get rid of their stock from half a decade ago then maybe they need to be cutting back on the amount of sleeves their producing.

Just a suggestion.

Furthermore, when I was moving these pictures from my phone to my computer I got the message that I was almost out of free space on my computer.  I guess I didn't even realize this was possible.  Somehow I just thought that the more stuff you had on a computer the slower it would run, I didn't realize you could actually reach the limit of data it could store.  But I do have a lot of crap on here.  Perhaps it is time for a purge.

If anybody wants to buy me the new macbook that'd be cool.  Thanks.