naomi and i happened across this little warhol number when we toured the national gallery on tuesday.
i thought it a bit ironic, considering.
but it gave me a little chuckle. and hey, i'll take it.
andy, andy..
vacation
i looked for obama. but i suppose he was, oh you know, kinda- busy with some important conference.
i had the most wonderful time spending monday and tuesday in washington d.c.
naomi, josh, and kingsley so kindly welcomed me into their home.
we picnicked in the park, cruised around town in the bug, headed to the docks for live crab, spoke about beliefs, visited the national gallery, carefully dissected cupcakes, (josh even attempted to illuminate the male mind for me).
but mostly naomi and i did what girlfriends do. we talked. at our picnic. in the car. meandering through museums. with mouths full of frosting (me).
and i returned to new york feeling new again.
it's funny that for as long as i've known naomi--as long as i've watched her grow and change and fall in love, and build a life, i am still constantly surprised by the depth of her goodness. because the thing is, it just keeps going.
naomi, josh: thank you for showing me d.c., making me laugh, and for filling me up with such love.
d.c.
it's funny how a little time and distance, a lot of girl talk, and (just a few) cupcakes provides that long sought after perspective.
diana f+
in preparation for my 10 day sojourn to sydney (in august--still plenty of time, you'll be hearing about it for a while, prepare yourself), i have purchased two things:
1. a set black tights from H&M (it will be winter there and my standard winter uniform is black tights and boots)
2. a Diana F+ camera. but i am overwhelmed by the instruction manual. and paralyzed with fear.
i finagled my way out of work today. and this unexpected day off has left me with a whole day's worth of time. and i don't know what to do. really and truly...i am sitting in my apartment just trying to breathe.
this can't be good.