fast times

Since the last time I posted, I:

Successfully studded a pair of boots (I like to tell myself they look kind of like these);

Did nothing whatsoever to create this delicious chocolate-pudding-and-graham-cracker icebox cake for my dad's birthday;

(Younger H, Elder H, MB)

Saw Yeasayer, one of my all-time favorite bands, with some cool cats at Pier 54. We found the perfect place to stand so that our eardrums wouldn't get slaughtered, there was just enough rain to cool us off but not enough to cancel the show, and they played my current favorite song ("Wait for the Wintertime"... sounds simultaneously sort of post-rock and Middle-Eastern) in the encore which basically completed my night;

Got away with wearing the aforementioned hand-studded boots (originally from Payless), a leather vest (thrifted), and a cheetah-print tunic (borrowed from elder H) to the aforementioned concert. Could Biker-chic Prostitute be the latest trend after all? (also wearing Silence & Noise lace biker shorts);

Had a lovely breakfast with the lovely younger H at an inordinately early time of day following a night of debauchery with friends;

Perfected the art of homemade paninis but did not perfect the art of homemade balsamic vinaigrette dressing;

Spent an afternoon in a kiddie pool talking to these wonderful people and devouring the unexpectedly delicious combination of Twinkies, cold pizza, and smoothies. (Freshman15saywhat?) E's new bag is ohso collegiate! Yep, I definitely took this picture while sitting in the pool.