the happy peasant
Abilene, my temptress. Every time I have something to go home to, I find myself going home to you instead. You are so warm, inviting. There are so few bars that I feel uninhibited going into alone – and you, Abilene, are one of them. After a long day, I
Right now, I’m sitting at Black Sheep, drinking a surprisingly decent three-dollar glass of wine while five other two-person groups/couples (still trying to figure out if the two girls sitting across the bar are lesbians) talk quietly, and/or watch sports going on somewhere behind me. My friend is sitting next to me, behind
There’s something delightfully awkward about mixing bars and literature, as I learned from last week’s event— the reading at Franklin Park by Electric Literature authors. Upon walking into the bar – which was surprisingly packed and infused with that certain wild, uncoordinated energy – I looked at the little table and mic where the
To sustain any healthy relationship you have to pump love, commitment and money – lots of fucking money. I incessantly go beyond my means when it comes to dating, which is fine, when it’s just dating. But when the warm bowels of a relationship come calling, there’s no way around
Botanica is a safe haven. There’s no better way to describe it. It sits like a bomb shelter on the south side of smoky Houston street, two blocks away from the undulating sea of Soho shoppers and opposite the building-size advertisements that pollute the north side of the street. After
There are goddamn sandwiches everywhere in NYC. Each bodega has their own interpretation of what a sandwich is. My bodega seems to think a sandwich is slimy meat with shredded lettuce that dissolves into rusty water, and I’m pretty sure the bodega across the street uses the deli cabinet to hide drugs.
I know you’re probably having your third serving of ramen this week and laughing at the title of this article because your broke-ass and “museum membership” don’t belong in the same goddamn sentence. I thought the same thing. My friend was like, “oh, I’m a member” and I wanted to slap