Sally likes it cold.

So... this just happened:


Marissa: Sally, did you put the Teddy Grahams in the fridge?
(Sally remains silent)
Charlotte: She's done it again, ladies!
(Maya begins to laugh hysterically)
Charlotte: First the ice-cream, then the cereal, and now the Teddies.
(Laughter erupts from all parties and slowly fades. After a brief silence)
Sally: I have twice in my life gotten into the shower with my socks on.

Tales from the East Village Continued

I've spoken before of my roommate Marissa and her obsession with all things 1950s. Well, sometimes Marissa gets confused and truly believes she lives in her beloved decade.
Now, I'm not saying that she ducks and covers because she thinks the bomb is gonna hit, or that she protests for civil rights in the streets of New York. No, Marissa lives in a 1950s musical.

One of her favorites is Stanley Donen's "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers", which features the song "June Bride":

Today, I was in my room but the door to the kitchen was open and this song came on the iHome. Knowing that Marissa was in the kitchen, baking, I quickly grabbed my camera, knowing what was inevitably to come.
And surely enough....

Yes, that is indeed a sprig of broccoli she's using as her bridal bouquet.

Facebook keeps trying to get me a man.

Try again.

Walking in Tunnels

This picture was taken during Winter break. Those two on the left are my brothers, and December was the first time I saw both of them in a year.
Other families, when they get together, take hiking trips or play board games - we, as demonstrated from the above picture, assist one another in taking pictures of a cigarette as it slowly consumes itself.

But that's not all we did this holiday! My brother Aurelien is a singer-songwriter (he goes under the name of Neil Erua) and my brother David is a fantastic photographer and I... I'm always up for anything, so here's what we did:

Hope you like it!

Punxsutawney Wah?

There’s Thanksgiving: which I’m a big fan of because it involves delicious food and warm and gooey i-love-my-family type sentiments.

Then there’s Martin Luther King Day, President’s Day, Memorial Day, Columbus Day, which all exist to commemorate various American historical happenings. 

But I have to say, of all American holidays, Groundhog Day is the one that baffles me the most. 

Now, I have noticed in our Blogspot Statistics that we have a lot of international readers, so I think an explanation is in order:

Groundhog Day, as I understand it, was originated by the Pennsylvania Germans in the 18th century. The holiday consists of waiting for a groundhog to emerge from its burrow and hope that the creature does not see its shadow. If it does, this is a sign (nay, scientific proof) that the winter weather will continue for six more weeks.

This year, Punxsutawney Phil The Groundhog did not see his shadow. "So an early spring it will be!", exclaimed the man in a top hat who apparently speaks groundhog. Well, I hate to be a non-believer in the predictions of rodents, but I beg to differ, Phil:

That's me, under that patch of snow, right there