Beauty All Around.

The other night

I woke up at 5:04 in the morning to readjust my blanket

and I caught a glimpse of the sky

and it was just gorgeous

it looked like watercolor

so I did what anyone else would do...got out my camera and took some pictures

before I dozed off again

it reminded me of how much I love being home

I know I say it every single day

but to see the sky when I open my eyes every morning

just makes every day so much better

there's just beauty everywhere here, I'm never ever moving away

I mean, where else can you buy mini cupcakes right on the street

(at the Little Cupcake Lover Cart on Broadway, I recommend these noms)

it was like the size of my thumb and the frosting was so great

and the sprinkles were like technicolor

I must try the strawberry tiny delight

I'm so obsessed with mini noms

and eat vegetarian shrimp & southern fried chicken, all in a 4 block radius

even though it was so hot out today, I can't even imagine what 95 degrees feels like

I needed to have one nice stroll around Soho

before ascending into the whirlwind of being a full time intern.

Skinned Knees & the 90s: Part Deux [The Spill]

So, picking up from the nauseating

but still slightly beautiful resurgence of the 90s 

me & Monica continued shopping, 

braving the ugly filth covering the crowded sidewalks in Soho

to go to H&M, where the sale racks were beautiful and the tight spandex shirt that Monica got 

was even better

so good that Monica continued to proclaim that the slush will be the downfall of her 

reassuring herself with statements like "well at least if i fall I have another skirt to put on"

me & Monica slipped down each curb, looking for each clear patch 

and then Monica met her predicted fate

taking a beautiful hot mess spill

 in a street on Broadway

her bad luck could not even wait until she got to a sidewalk, nope she was going down, right there, in a pile of sludge

thank god it was a red light

because I cannot afford to lose my best friend

so close to Christmas

before we even got to cook and make margaritas

plus, she bakes the best Christmas cookies,

and I have yet to had any, so she could not leave me just yet

so she fell, everything happened so fast

next thing I know she's on the ground, still looking cute in a purple spandex skirt, gray suede slouchy boots, lacey tights, and knee highs 

[props on the cuteness Monica]

the slush splashed, covering her coat, all her shopping bags, boots and hands

it was a pretty tragedy

but Monica recovered quite glamorously

she wiped away the blood on her knees 

as the blood formed the pattern of her lace tights

yes, my best friend bleeds fashionably

that's the way it should be done

so like a diva, Monica changed into a new skirt and boots, in an Au Bon Pain

inciting a riot of sorts on the waiting line

yes, Au Bon Pain became our personal emergency room

and as Monica's knee bled and all her bags were ruined,

she looked up at me and said

"I just feel so glamorous right now"

and that is why she is my best friend.

Skinned Knees & the 90s [The Noms]

Once upon a time there were two princesses 

who were beasts for corn, Monica & Alyssa :]

and they went to galavant through Soho

and spend all their money

the snow was piled high and the slush was dangerous

Alyssa slipped and slid through Chinatown eating a sponge cake 

[one of gods greatest creations]

as Monica browsed in Old Navy,

they were both ready for an adventure

anyways, forget the fairy tale

Chinatown may be the worst place to be when there is a foot of snow and 

ten tons of ugly gray slush all over the place

and there is no way the city could look uglier than it does now

slush is just so depressing even when you're eating a delectable light fluffy cake

but all the slipping and sliding was worth Monica and the corn

so after gossiping & lamenting in Steven Madden 

we set out to Cafe Habana on Prince Street, the place where dreams come true

Zagat calls it a "groovy" Nolita "hole-in the wall"

man do I love the Zagat

so squeezed in to the Habana outpost, where the line extended to the cold outside the door

me & Monica got grilled corn on skewers, prepared classically Mexican 

with tons of crumbly cheese and chili powder

and bubbly, pink guava soda

real authentic, out of a glass bottle

just a squeeze of lime, and the corn was ready to be nommed

it was delicious

and all the chili powder made my lips burn

and sorta swell, but its worth it 

worth all the cheese crumbles that littered my lap

the tranny lips and smudged lipstick

boy do me & Monica love corn

but what do me & Monica love possibly more than corn you ask?

the 90s

and they are truly making a comeback

but I'm not quite sure I'm prepared for that

I mean, I'm not even twenty yet

my childhood wasn't that long ago for it to be trendy yet

but apparently Forever 21 thinks it should be

so while I was browsing in Urban Outfitters, elsewhere there was a 90s explosion

I mean, I don't even know what I prefer,

the ugly tweeds in Urban

could anything make you look fatter than tweed?

or the Crayola colored cropped fur jackets

circa the late 90s, think Britney & Christina at the Grammys

I saw a particularly revolting purple one

and I can't forget the butterfly tops and the dresses with cutouts

if I saw anyone in these, I would simply die

I love nostalgia and all

but that is just taking it to another level

next thing you know, 

platform sneakers are going to be in again.