New Kids on the Block.

This saturday durga's street had a block party with all the trappings one would think you'd have. Beers were poured into pink cups, while barbeque wafted down the street, double dutch was played and moon bounces were hopped on, puppies ran around and the whole block was out.

Summer Eats.

In the summer, food and drink are good, but the company is better.

Inevitably It Would Happen...

A block away from work this morning i realized that it was probably a good idea to grab some milk because i'd discovered yesterday that we were running low (and this isn't acceptable in an office where all we drink is coffee with milk). So, i stopped at the corner bodega and purchased milk, but then also decided that maybe some kashi cereal was a good idea too, and then in a moment of weakness raspberry pop-tarts caught my eye, and i don't know if you know, but pop-tarts are something that i can't resist. I bet you're bored by now reading all of these seemingly trivial details of what i bought this morning. But wait! 

I walked into the office and put the pop-tarts and kashi on the counter, the milk in the fridge. A second later i get a text from D asking if i need anything from gourmet garage and i send a response saying to surprise me. Five minutes later in she walks and all i hear is an 'oh. my. god'. I walk into the kitchen as she unpacks what she's gotten at the grocery. Kashi. Pop-tarts (the 'surprise'). Milk. 

We both bought three items this morning. Those three items were exactly the same. I guess it was bound to happen.

A Barbeque To Kick Off August.

The Great Debate.

Amongst all the paper clips, and cups of sharpies, and the stapler, and the tape dispenser, and the folders, and the iced coffee, and the post it notes, there are two items of food on my desk: a green apple and my little pony fruit snacks. I think this, more than anything else, represents my struggle between being five and being an adult. All of me knows exactly which one i want and all of me knows exactly what i should have. So there they sit, side by side, both uneaten. I'm pretty certain my little pony will win the battle though, the inner five year old always wins.

Life's A Ball.