Soundtrack: "Postcards from Italy" - Beirut (hate the hype, love the song!)
Hey! Speaking of soundtracks, I have a radio show now on Viva Radio, which is American
Apparel's in-store radio station. Yay! It's called "Music for Unicorns!" and it's just the same
corny stuff I tend to put up on here. I don't talk on it or anything though, I just program the
playlists. I think my show is on Mondays at 8pm and repeated on Wednesdays at 6pm, but
you can also click on "contributors" and listen to the archived shows anytime. I sure do keep
busy, huh? Well, hope you like it!
So Jeff and Judi and Gia hosted an amazing block party/ battle of the bands on their block in
Bushwick. It was so fun! Here are Sarah, Carrie, Keeva and Gia enjoying the enjoyment.
Dan enjoying Judi's corn.
People I haven't seen since the '90s! Last time I saw Patrick (left), he was all clean-cut and used to
dress in little suits like a demented Mormon from the '60s or something. I didn't recognize him! I'm
surprised he recognized me cuz back then I had short black hair and rhinestone cat-eye glasses and
I wore a lot of plaid bell-bottom old-lady pants. Classy! Wish I could blame it on the '90s, but I've
pretty much always been fashionably-challenged.
This band won the Battle of the Bands. I think they were called Choad Smokers. That little old
neighborhood lady in the back there was totally into it.
(Correction! Jeff has just informed me they were called Choad Toker. And they rocked!)
The neighborhood locals played volleyball.
Ew! What a disturbing piece of meat. Even more disturbing is that when I looked at it again a bit
later, half of it was gone! Who ate that???
Cat on a leash! I tried putting Lucky Star on a leash once. She just hunkered down and refused to
move. She was like, dream on.
Emily is about to pop any day now!
Hahaha! Dude on the left had a box full of glow sticks. Woo hoo, party! P.S. Have you noticed the
abundance of people wearing sweatbands and bandanas and bits of string and torn rags etc. around
their foreheads lately? Let me be the first (?) to announce that headbands are the new trucker hats.
Just don't do it.
Update! Thanks to reader Elizabeth for coining 2 amazing new terms: 1) trendy headband thingies
are now called "bakery strings," and 2) the area in which many people have been spotted wearing
"bakery strings" is now called "Lower Headbandistan." Right on! We must put an end to bakery
strings! Thanks Elizabeth!
Jesse and Andy and Andy's incredible coat of many colors. Between his shirt and the glow stick, it
was a neon feast for the eyes. Kudos!
Dancing to my favorite jam, "Temperature" by Sean Paul. I was sorta out of it and I kept saying,
"Hey, we're LITERALLY dancing in the streets!" and then laughing my head off at my own dumb
joke. The reason why I love the song "Temperature" is because it's one of the songs you dance to
when you do "Cardio Striptease" at Crunch. Abby joined Crunch and gave me some of her guest
passes and we went to the class (which we now lovingly call "whore-obics") on a lark and ended up
having the most fun EVER. They keep the lights off in the room so you're not embarrassed to do all
the hilarious and/or slutty dance moves and I've never laughed that much while exercising in my life.
So fun! I wanna do it every week now, but Abby ran out of guest passes and that shit is expensive!
If anyone has an "in" at Crunch, please hook me up! I'm addicted to whore-obics!
J Penry's Irish handcuffs!
Aah, the grand tradition of posing with a passed-out dude.
Jeff and Judi! Thanks for the awesomest block party!
Afterwards, we went to see Blood On The Wall play in some weird warehouse out in the middle of
Bushwick no-man's-land. Haven't been to a good ol' warehouse-in-the-middle-of-nowhere show in
a long time. Nostalgic!