The pre-reissue Ray Bans that I gave Kevin for his birthday this weekend, and the four dollar cherry red aviators (with red lenses!) that I picked up on the boardwalk after we took a totally spontaneous trip from the idyllic cottage in the quaint village of our adulthood to the tacky beach of our youth for the afternoon. He's gone now for the summer, to meditate in the woods for a while, which he totally deserves as a karmic reward for being my faithful chauffeur and confidant since oh, about the tenth grade. Rode the Chinatown bus home with a potted rose bush on my lap, which seemed like a good idea at the time (and still is because it's safely ensconced in my apartment now and you know, I feel like I earned it). Kind of a stressful evening but nothing a glass of chardonnay, a cigarette and a nice phone chat with the long-lost (all my fault, I'm afraid) Miss Jen Bekman couldn't fix. I know, I know, when I'm bad I'm even better.
Looking for something to do tonight (Monday) in New York? Let's get lit.
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