mmmm.... Drano!

AGW spent the last hour pouring liquid chemicals down her bathtub drain ...then scrubbing out the the tub, in honor of it being three weeks until move-out time (again). Bien sur, fellow-ette and her copain are moving on up... to Ft. Washington avenue, a mere three blocks from the gorgeousness that is Ft. Tryon Park. True, the rent, low by NY standards, probably (definitely) means we'll be living beyond our means for a while, but hey... no more roaches, no more jehovah's witnesses knocking on our doors, no more crazy neighbors who stuff the chute full of trash, and no more elevators breaking in the middle of every heatwave.
Yes, it's been an eventful summer. And to counterbalance the current madness, the future prospect of living equidistant from FTP and Frank's, home of truly delicious muffins and iced coffee, is enough to make a life-long New Yorker raise a half-eyebrow in pleasure.

Amazing things I've discovered during my downtime this last week or so:

1. The texan governor's race is a hoot. I'm going Kinky.
   
2. The mysterious, Eastern voice behind several emerging bhangra-ton (for lack of a better term) hits turns out to be another "other."*
3. Celebrity split-up, round 1 billion: somebody I was with recently called this tragedy. Who was it? (But seriously, those Hawn/Hudson women need some empowerment 101)
   
4. Even fascist countries acknowledge global warming.
5. My own version of Gawker Stalker/entire summer edition: , on 194th and broadway, a very very small Jodie Foster and somewhat less tiny Neil Jordan, filming their new movie. Also, robert Downey Jr.'s wife, a producer. At the Film Forum: Ethan Hawke, buying popcorn. On 80th and Columbus: a dour-looking defeated Joe Lieberman. (insert victorious laugh here)
   

I'm leaving these parts in a few days for the glory of our neighbor up north (Oh, Canada!) with ma and pa and brother, where we will dine on mussels and build our muscles via biking, hiking, and bodysurfing. I hope my dwindling readership enjoys these last, golden days of summer, and is able to function unimpeded by the neuroses that accompany the anticipation of Autumn (if you're feeling depressed about going back to school/work/moving, etc....just think: corduroy!).

xoxoxo.
<3>
f.ette


*meant with due irony