Reminder...

I love ATL... I love ATL... I love ATL... I love ATL...


Must remember my marigolds, my 4 bedrooms, my lazy southern walks, my amazing mom-friends. Must remember that it's a good good life.


Becasue NY just rocks. Yesterday Mose and I walked to the Bowery Poetry Club, to hear Shanna read with Jen Benka and CA Conrad. It was goooood and on the way we bumped into a streetfair. Mose got lost in colorful curtains and made friends.


Then Emma showed up and we drank a beer, and after that we ate in the weirdest place in the world, Chez le Chef. Truly bizarre, and the food sucked, but it was worth it for the experience. Germany does French poorly, with amazing moustaches. The only thing French about the experience waas the surly leering waiter.


With tough meat and vinegar. Where plastic flowers go to die. No wonder the place was empty at 7:30 on a Sat. night in midtown.


A good day, though I did not get my giant sandwich. Maybe tomorrrow. It's there, waiting for me, somewhere on Mott. But I did not find it today.


After all, even NY is not perfect.


Though it felt like it today, when I sat around all afternoon catching up at long last with my friend Lucy, who is wonderful. And then bumped into the same street fair again.


The streetfair is following me. There is nowhere I can hide.