Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Mr. Rogers

On this little side street off of Bleecker in the village is the most adorable jewelry shop. Each piece is handcrafted, reasonably priced for the most part, one of a kind gorgeous jewels. This truly is my candy shop. Kate stumbled upon it last Christmas. Here's the link for all the ladies and all the smart men out there: www.lorimclean.com. They have an online store too. I'm not getting paid for this advertisement, although I sure should after what I spent today.
I restrained myself from walking into Marc Jacobs and Magnolia Bakery (yes the one in the infamous Sex and the City episode). Honestly, I'm not a big fan of their cupcakes. I stood in line on day to see what the buzz was about and after thirty minutes and being felt up by little children and a older man all crowded into this tiny little shop I walked out with half a dozen Suzy Home Maker sweets. Definitely not worth the sweat, time or pat down.
While walking on Bleecker towards Eleventh Street I walked literally right past Kiefer Sutherland. The man is gorgeous in person. I did a double take; no one seemed to notice him. He's about 5'8", clean shaven, wearing aviators, a white T-shirt, and light wash jeans, didn't look at the shoes. Had dinner last night next to the woman who hosts a show on the Travel channel. You know the one where she travels to all these fabulous resorts in the most exotic places and gets paid. She was piss drunk, which was rather amusing to watch.
This might be the last post for the month and since we begin June on a sour note, I thought we should close on a warm, fuzzy and over the top cheesy one. By the way, if you haven't figured it out yet we all have super dry senses of humor. So every time you see a phrase like painfully gorgeous heels it's our suddle way of saying FU to the pissing parade. We have no problem making fun of yourselves. Life is an endless fun factory if you have thick skin. Those that don't are the ones who try to break you down, because unfortunately they don't understand our words or the fact we are able to laugh at life.
With that said here's a cheery little melody that I'm sure many of you are very familiar with. Can you guess who originally sang this childhood favorite?

"It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?"

Kate better have some juicy gossip from the sunshine state because between The Man and myself we are starting to seem more like boring married folks. (no offense to those that have said I Do)

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