Coupling

It's the strangest thing in the world to go from single to coupled. I don't mean, "Ooh, it's so novel to hold hands walking down the street." I mean, live with, clean up with, go out with, talk about money problems with, go to sleep and wake up with another person. I've never done it - not even close. I have to tell you, it's not as bad as people make it out to be. So far (which granted is not very long) it's good. It's cool to have someone to cook with and eat with. It's cool to talk about what's going on day to day. It's really cool to know someone has your back. It's nice to be off the market too - instead of expending energy primping and pimping. But it's really strange.



Maxi likes to do strange things with his eyeballs in photos.

We went to a party at Marcela's work with really good jungle juice and next level German beer.


Marcela serving me another (this one was for you, Tracy).

Pete visited from NYC and Maxi and I met him for lunch his first day in Palermo Soho.


We went to an arts and crafts fair in a park where Max's band played. I got homesick for LA for like the first time in my life. Maybe it was seeing Mother Teresa repping for the westside? I officially miss you now, Los Angeles.
The weather got warmer here all of a sudden. I'm scared of what summer will be like. Kasha is too - no AC in most of the city.

Choripan stands are the answer to LA's taco trucks, and NYC's pizza spots/hot dog carts - chorizo sandwiches. Maxi wore his special socks to the party and drove us to the good choripan after. We ate them at 5am and they were muy rico.