Gas Water Nothing

Sunday, I met Olivia and Jessica for brunch at Curly’s (pretty good food, but I really love them for the crayons they keep out on the table) and then we went down to the Veggie Pride thing*, from which I managed to score more than my fair share of Primal Sticks.

Then I bought a couch for more money than I have ever spent on anything and that may not even be delivered for a month or two. I am now an adult. Then we went to Le Pain Quotidien:

The wash on the Curly’s drawing is coffee. The Painquidenc one is colored with Brussels Breakfast tea and a blueberry, and bedazzled with freshly ground salt and pepper. (Some context, from Olivia.)

Saturday, I went canoeing in the Gowanus Canal, which was more exciting than any of that.

*Negative Nelly sez: low turnout, rain, terrible sound, wackjob Dave Warwak the only one who knows how to use a microphone, not much food (and what there was wasn’t very good), too many old people, too many white people, half the attendees (and most of the non-white people) seemed be culty followers of Supreme Master Ching Hai who all wore matching uniforms and seemed uninterested in anyone else who was there, Woodstock’s awesome “meat-eater’s colon” wasn’t in the costume contest, blah blah blah … what do you mean I’m not a team player?