I have a new gorgeous Macbook that is seriously beginning to cramp my social life. I wish I were kidding. New tech toys tend to bring out my not so inner geek. Last night, Spence made me go out to the Laurie Anderson concert in Prospect Park for which I am incredibly grateful. Spence: combating my shut-in tendencies for almost two years now.
The concert was good. A little avant-garde form my taste, but one must expand ones horizons. We've been spending more time in Park Slope on the weekends since classes let out. There's this wonderful German restaurant on 7th Avenue called Café Steinhof which serves a decent and economical brunch. Go for the Kielbasa. Stay for the sour cherry martini. Yum.
In other news, another move imminentent. Sigh. I hate moving. But I hate our downstairs neighbors more. More specifically I hate the husband. He's a bully. There is no justice when bullies win.
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2 comments:
wha? where are you moving to? how's he a bully?
He plays is music really loud at night and is rude when we asked him politely not to play it so loud at 1 am on a Monday. He's a jerk and a misogynist. We can hear him yelling at his wife and kids too. He singlehandedly makes more noise in the building than the rest of the tenants combined. He's been gone for two weeks and it's never been so quiet.
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