Every Culture has a Pocket Food.

First, let's get the hot shit started with my latest collaborations:Alisa and I will spin/click at birthday parties, AA meetings, nail salons, pop-up roller rinks, you name it; we're that sporadic and open-minded.
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Melissa (Charlie) and I want to share our chess-playing experiences with the world. Every Sunday we play for an hour or two in the lobby of a different Manhattan hotel. Check out our sparkly new tumblr for our first trip: http://lobbychess.tumblr.com/ (it's still being updated; anecdotes and a rating system are coming). Later, met up with the rest of the scumbags, watched Riley perform at UCB then saw this weird ass Rastafarian hot-pocket drinking a carrot:I got that tongue-splitting surgery too.
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One day I read/slept on a park bench while waiting for a buddy and pretended I was in Paris. The view of the Flat Iron wasn't helping in the fantasy:
Our first game in Starbucks. We've since upgraded to a gorgeous board:
Benjamin aka Papa Chulo at his apt. warming party. This boy is truly beautiful and possesses the most pure spirit ever. He only went straight for Jamie like two times that night:
I have a tendency to find art in hallways:
Oh my, proper diner experience in Sunnyside, Queens. I didn't realize how much I missed those clunky, awkward mugs and Pizza Chalet plastic cups:
When I was 12 years old, I went on an intense aerobic journey spurred along by the C. Crawford work-out video. During this time, I somehow convinced myself that just by watching a fast food commercial on TV you were actually absorbing some of the calories of the food on the screen. Can you fucking imagine what was happening in my head??? Now I don't have a TV (well, I have a little baby tube but food in B&W isn't nearly as appetizing) or eat fast food (though I still keep up with the industry's latest concoctions). The noms of brunches past:
Oh, just lovely:
This is Walter. He was having a sweet time basking in the sun. Saturday was lervely. I watched "Valley Girl" for the first time ever, "Annie Hall" for the millionth time and looked at a ton of hair metal band photos.
Adda's apt. warming (it must be that season). I heard that tail got her some of the same at the end of the evening: