oioi

i am here, north white plains, ny, and don't know anyone yet. i spent a good share of the weekend with kat cohn, lovely old friend of mine and freshman year roommate, in brooklyn. she has an internship at christie's auction house, where she works in the contemporary art division. she hopes for a paying gig after december.

moto
so. williamsburg, brooklyn

kickass resto, its dark interior reminiscent of "triplettes de belleville" (old timey, and the subway is visible through the window in the picture, which is actually the table at which kat and i sat). good shiraz, fantastic pesto panini, even better company.

we then stashed my stuff on the roof of her building (she forgot her deadbolt key) and ventured to soho to find a bar with some really good beer. i slowly but surely got through half of a very good citrus-y wheat beer. during that hour and a half, kat had several wheat beers/light lagers.

i'm a slow drinker. sue me.

we crashed at kat's place, which is gorgeous and high-ceilinged and not quite finished, and then arose 8-ish to meet clio back in soho for some much-needed breakfast. pancakes were delicious, though i am unsure the fresh oj was worth $3.95. kat hailed a cab and we hotfooted it to grand central so i could catch the last non-peak train back to north white plains. 40 min later, i was in my car making my way back to the house.

placement test tomorrow, icky memories of sonata form and fugue subjects...luckily, i held on to mr darcy's handouts from theory 3 and 4, so i should be set for that.

clio has the GREs. i am oh-so-very-glad that the path that i chose for the moment doesn't require that.

"buddha garden" + yoga = love.