if you, like half of the united states, are participating in the illustrious events of Stupid bowl Sunday, I am right there with you. Except that I always like to vote for the underdogs and I really do not like anything from New England sports-team wise, especially the New England Gaytriots (why you might ask, after living there for 10 years?—the sports fanatics are mentally diseased and outright mean. you do not see any courtesy as displayed by Green bay when the Giants came to town. People heckle and freak out and are just plain CA-RAZY.) Mental note to all you New England peeps–there are more mental institutions in MAssatwoshits per capita than anywhere else in the nation. Coincidence? I think not.

My participation will be specifically only food related, however, as I try and continue to organize for my apartment’s long-awaited photo shoot. Maybe my experiences in Brooklyn were inordinately weird, or bad, but this place is SOOOOOOOOOOO much better it is almost ridiculous I slummed it that long over there.

E’s Birthday was lovely…dinner at Ideya where I consumed one too many caipinhiras. Delicious I tell you. I hung out with a few good pizeeples—the piggy was happy and even happier when I made him breakfast in bed this morning as he watched Dr. Katz’s complete DVD set on tv. Did you even know that such a thing existed on DVD? and SIX seasons no less. Pure genius I tell ya.

Ok. I have a hankering for some soda, or as I grew up saying, Pop. I want it and I want it now. And then I make chili chili yum yum and dress the apartment in its finest for the photo shoot.

and then hopefully watch some kind of good game going with the gaytriots and the giants.

love to my peeps.
xo