Making groceries

It was a beautiful spring day in New York yesterday. Tonight it's supposed to snow three inches. But at least I'm not having to wash thick coats of pine pollen off my car these days.

In honor of next week's trip to New Orleans, I thought I'd post a grocery list of the things I plan to buy while I'm visiting the Crescent City.
Blue Plate mayo
Pralines from Decatur Street
Blue Lake dilly beans
another vat of Tony C's seasoning
Tabasco Cheez-Its
Zapps sour cream and creole onion
and Zapps dill pickle

Have I forgotten anything??

27 and still kicking ass

Today, I reached my late 20's. Laying in my Ikea loft bed, which still feels startlingly like a bunk bed from elementary school, I thought about what my new age means. Here are the thoughts that ran through my head:

Finally, I am officially old enough to roll my eyes at people who do kegstands and the idiots who hold their feet.

I hope I never have to eat ramen noodles again.

If I'm going to become a rock goddess and OD on some needle drug, I've got a year to get it done before it becomes tacky and passé.

Why does it happen that every time I turn on the radio, every station just sounds like sheep wrestling at 3 a.m. It's probably the iPod's fault.

Isn't 27 too old to get a zit?!!

Didn't Time Magazine say that 27 was the age when it starts getting harder for women to get pregnant?

I wonder if I have any diet coke in the refrigerator.

Young punk to hotel magnate

I just watched a classic movie called The Warriors for the first time last night, and it was fabulous! It came out in 1979 and features a bunch of young c-list stars running around New York fighting gang wars. (The guy who played Richard Wright ((Samantha's hotel magnate exboyfriend on Sex in the City)) was playing a macho punk even back then!)

The best thing about the movie was the gang colors. The Warriors, from Coney Island, all wore brown leather vests with no shirts. The Orphans sported raggedy green t-shirts that must have been collected from the trash over the years. Keith aptly renamed The Furies to be the Franken Yankees because they all wore baseball uniforms and Marilyn Manson makeup. There was even a group that wore striped rugby shirts and bib overalls.

It is priceless. Go rent it with a group and raise your glass every time they say "Ya dig?"

snain?

I just learned that it can rain and snow at the same time. Especially on days when you're wearing wimpy leather shoes that drench quickly. Blech.

Countdown to respite in New Orleans: 21 days.

32 degrees, feels like 22 degrees

I've never been so ready for spring. While I was walking home from the subway last night, I didn't even unplug my iPod to hear the snow falling. It was just too cold to think of the new snow as anything but annoying. Then today I forgot to change into dressy shoes before a fancy lunch, so I was stuck in my snowboots.

Oh, sunny daffodils. Where are you now?
I need your buttercup to brighten up this town.