treat

With the whole trick-or-treat deal, I picked treat because:

1.  I’m close to finishing the first draft of book three, which means my brain requires lots of treats.

2.  My cupcake obsession has reached its zenith with the recent discovery of Crumbs, the ultimate cupcake baker.

Crumbs Devil Dog cupcake

Today I selected the Devil Dog flavor, which contains whipped vanilla buttercream filling.  I’ll have to set up a rating scale soon to identify my top Crumbs choices.  Oh, and the other thing?  Is that they have cookies, too.  And cake.

Yeah.  Picking treat is more complicated than it sounds.

vintage jared leto lights my fire

My So-Called Life was even better than Dawson’s Creek. I will never ever understand why it was only on for one season. That was a freaking travesty.  I miss it so bad my heart hurts.

Not that I saw it when it was on.  In 1994-95, I was in college.  With no TV, like now.  Except unlike now, I didn’t have a sexy iBook and a Netflix queue.  So I’m watching the eps for the first time, after wanting to see them for so long.  So what I miss in my heart are the seasons that were never created.  I miss the story that never was, but absolutely should have been.

Here’s the thing.  The dialogue is perfect.  The acting is perfect.  Even the narration is so awesome you want to kick yourself that you didn’t write it.  Like how perfectly this captures what I like to call the Sunday Night Dread:

There’s something about Sunday night that really makes you want to kill yourself.  Especially if you’ve just been totally made a fool of by the only person you’ll ever love and you have a geometry midterm on Monday which you still haven’t studied for, but you can’t because Brian Krakow has your textbook and you’re too embarrassed to even deal with it.  And your little sister’s completely finished with her homework, which is just, like, so simple and mindless a child could do it.  And that creepy 60 Minutes watch that sounds like your whole life ticking away.

Epic.

Here’s some Jordan Catalano action for the fans.  He looks so much like Tobey from When It Happens it makes me wonder…how could I have imagined a fictional character who was already imagined?

speak about crumbs

I’m declaring this an official celebration.  Cupcakes for everybody!  I think I’ll have a Snickers cupcake from my favorite new cupcake discovery, Crumbs.

Not like it’s easy to select which one I’m having.  Talk about a celebration – have you seen these things?  The flavors are amazing and the size doesn’t play around.  And we’re talking buttercream icing and filling.

Crumbs cupcakes

I’m in love.

john lennon’s birthday jam

John Lennon’s birthday was October 9, which means celebration time here in New York City. Some of us head over to Strawberry Fields in Central Park every year to remember John and sing and cry and just let it all out.

My friend David Ippolito is known as That Guitar Man from Central Park. He plays the most amazing music on Saturdays when it’s warm enough to chill outside. All the best folk stuff: James Taylor, Paul Simon, Cat Stevens, like that. He went to Strawberry Fields and filmed John’s birthday party. If you want to feel what it was like, take a look:

You might say I’m a dreamer
but I’m not the only one.

I hope one day you will join us
and the world will live as one.

Thanks for inspiring peace, John. We remember.

montreal makes a nice light snack

Some people have this thing where they don’t know from a good bagel.  It’s an affliction, really.  So when SP started ranting about how awesome Montreal bagels are when he’s never even tried an H&H, I was skeptical at best.  This is a hot debate argued by many lovers on both sides of the border.  And I am a fiercely loyal lover of the H&H bagel.  But like I’m going to turn down an opportunity to try another good bagel.  So when we were in Montreal last weekend, I sampled one plain and one whole wheat.

Here’s the breakdown:

1.  Montreal bagels have larger holes than New York bagels, so there’s actually less bagel per bagel.

2.  Montreal bagels have a sweeter taste than New York bagels.

3.  Montreal bagels are way chewier than New York bagels.

The contenders are the Montreal bagel (from St-Viateur):

Montreal bagel

 

and the New York bagel (from H&H, duh):

H&H Bagels

 

The winner?  New York bagels, of course!  As if anywhere else could come close to recreating perfection!

But one thing Montreal has that New York doesn’t is the Coffee Crisp.  Which is a shocking fact, considering that it’s made by Nestle and New York has everything else.  This is a delicious snack bar (not really heavy enough to be classified as a candy bar) which comes in four sizes:  regular, king size (my personal preference), singles, and fun size (spotted in bag form at the airport for $11).  Coffee Crisps have layers of wafers and light coffee-flavored cream and some chocolate fluffiness floating about.  It’s heaven on a stick.

Something else Montreal has that New York doesn’t is the Bell Center, where we watched the first Canadiens (but everyone calls them the Habs for obvious reasons) home game of the season.  This is what real hockey’s all about, straight up.  It’s a super overwhelming experience to be there like that.  I even got all teary when the team first came out.  And my fave player, Chris Higgins, scored the first goal of the night, just like I knew he would.  Too bad they didn’t score more goals than that and totally lost in an extremely humiliating way because the refs didn’t even call this mad conspicuous attack on a Hab where we could all see it completely clearly and…well, hey.  Suckiness happens.  Let’s try to keep it positive.

Like how I scored a giant rainbow Whirly Pop for the plane ride home.  And how when you fly into New York at night, you can see the whole city glittering below you, a million gold lights as far as you can see.  Way better than a king size Coffee Crisp.