What's that, you ask? That's Leigh's snowman. It snowed today in New York, and for those lucky enough to have windowsills full of the stuff it led to some serious crafting. Rotting orange pepper nose? Check. Bobby pin arms? Check. Dog food eyes? Check. Dog poop bag scarf? Yup. Offish the most urban snowman evs. Sadly, snow doesn't gather on my windowsill, so I was left chillin' with my own version of a cool lil urban dude:
Sigh. Anyway. Went to see CSS at Webster Hall last night. My friend Jon has been drumming for them for about a year now and I've managed to miss every gig he's played (including but not limited to Wednesday night). Here are some things I learned at the gig:
1. Gurj and I should never be introduced to Brazilians (please see: "Oh, you're Brazilian? I've never been, but I've got one.")
2. I should never talk to Keith Murray about male anatomy and tattoos in the same breath (reference: "I wonder what it would look like if someone got it done to look like an asparagus spear.")
3. The CSS post-gig DJ set is suspiciously similar to that which the Scientists provided at my bday party two years ago (ie: Technotronic, Destiny's Child, and umm... Rupaul?)
4. Crew dudes set new standards for lewd commentary (please forget: "That thing has seen some use. I swear it was winking at me.")
5. I need a new camera. My photos are so hit or miss, and there was a nubile young lad in tights flashing his bottom at us all during the encore. My attempt to document it was a massive fail. Here's some pics. Hannukah starts Sunday.
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