Breakfast at Jackie's

This photo does not capture the true cuteness of Jackie’s apartment.

Addendum to that last thing I wrote

 

Because I know you all you mysterious ‘followers’ are dying to know, the headliners for awesome show I’m seeing on Wednesday in Chicago are The Overmen, who just released their first album Defiant Despites.

Thank you, and goodnight!

Exodus.

It’s been hot in New York too. This is a photo that my phone spontaneously freaked out and took of itself as I walked around one day last week. It was 95 degrees out.

On June 19, I celebrated my two year anniversary of living in New York. Well, more specifically, two years of commuting at least 30 minutes to be in New York.

I feel like I’ve becomes a real New Yorker in several important ways. First of all, I live in Brooklyn and still call myself a “New Yorker.” I see random dudes standing in the street yelling and just keep walking. I’ve spoken of the ninety-minute commute from my apartment to my boyfriend’s in Astoria as a chance to “get some reading done” (this one was pointed out to me.) But most importantly, perhaps, I am spending my entire summer trying to get out of the city. This is aided by a lovely publishing tradition called Summer Fridays, where you get a specified number of Fridays off between Labor Day and Memorial Day off work for free. This is undoubtedly a holdover from when anyone who was anyone is publishing summered in the Hamptons. I am not going to the Hamptons–though that would be fun, I’d probably have to sleep on the beach.

sweet relief

I spent the majority of the last week confined to the apartment due to almost four days of 100+ degree weather here in Chicago.  And I try not to be a complainer, but IT WAS SO HOT.  Miserable, sticky, melt-your-brain hot.  There were few moments of relief, aside from a late-night swim in Lake Michigan, homemade popsicles, and icy cold showers.