s^ internerds

10:53am: Last night I met a friend from work at this ridiculous mess called the R Bar on Bowery. It's one of those places where we all end up eventually, never on our own accord, but because a friend of a friend is there and a social obligation requires it, etc. My friend from work is beautiful. She used to work in fashion and has a really great style. I had cleaned up well myself. So when the bouncer put on airs and said "What party are you here for? This is a private event." We just sort of shared a moment together like "you've gotta be kidding me." Laura, my friend, said something like "oh, we're here for Meredeth's birthday" which could have been true. It was too loud inside to actually hear. The both of us rather stuck out like sore thumbs. Everyone inside had transplanted themselves from the Upper East Side. It was really strange to see all these striped shirt meatheads on The Bowery. That they're descending below 14th, and into the previous cultural freakshow of the Downtown crowd is a bit unsettling.

We had one drink and left, having fulfilled our social obligation, and wound up at this brilliant French bar/cafe that had a lot of dark wood, provincial settings and a low, tin pressed ceiling. At the corner of the bar nearest the door there was a giant vase and what looked like the budding boughs of nearly half a cherry tree arcing out of it. The branches took up so much space, it was really impressive. I guess spring is officially here.

I bought some peat moss and a hoe yesterday, and will probably start prepping my soil today. The Dogwoods are already in bloom, and the grass in the park across the street is starting to look a little greener.