craving an authentic NY bagel

for my mom's 50th birthday last summer, we went on a trip to new york, and met up with the boys on tour. i'm not sure if missing New York led me to looking at my NYC pictures... or if looking at NYC pictures led me to missing New York. either way, i'm seriously craving an authentic NY bagel. anyone know where i can find one in L.A.?

my new york trip: june 4 - june 7, 2009

post-red-eye breakfast

shopping in soho

central park

new york city reunion: "we're in new york!"

broadway show: we went to see guys n dolls. starring lauren graham!

the most amazing dinner: freeman's in the LES.

city people. the walking man.

i love my boyfriend. my kpo.

statue of liberty. day 3.
remember 9/11.

local natives @ bowery ballroom.

thanks mom for an amazing trip to new york!

i love you and our adventures.

on the road again...

i'd rather be in Paris.

preparing for lift off: get me outta here

i was just listening to some news and they were talking about the molecule film (the beginnings of water) found on the moon. they say that they might be able to use the water to send the astronauts back home at some point. and they say that this type of advancement gets them even closer to visiting Mars. so, so crazy.

....and i'm just trying to get to London. or New York. drop a ladder down, please. i'm ready to jump on.

cross country slumber party

i cheated.

the band was added to an east coast tour for a few weeks this month. when i heard about the dates i jokingly suggested to my mom that we go to new york for her birthday festivities. surprisingly, she agreed. so we flew across the states last week. (and how i cheated: i spent 4 bonus nights in close radius of my love.)

i hadn't travelled very far in a while, just a few road trips and hour flights home. so prior to, this trip seemed huge, and new york had almost become fictional. but now i know! it's there. i saw it with my own 2 eyes. mom and i ventured the streets, morning and night; it was a long 3 day visit in the big apple.

the guys played amazingly well too. i'm so proud of them.

the second half of our trip was spent in washington dc. 6 hour drive in the band van. another great show sans soundcheck. then a slumber party on my cousin's studio floor. i passed out quick. the night before that was a long one, dancing in brooklyn.

the last day of our trip we got to see all of the sites. i'd been to DC for a week in 8th grade, but it was very exciting to return knowing i was now on Obama territory. i suppose the whole country is Obama territory, but seeing the big black suburbans leaving the White House surrounded by cop cars -- it could have been him! -- that's DC. it's such a beautiful city, especially at night. and luckily, all of the satisfaction of seeing history and beauty together was topped off by one last snuggle sesh. ahh.. mushy mushy mush mush. i can't help it. night night.

it's the thought that counts.

mm.. so where to begin?

i had an amazing weekend. the best. and i couldn't have planned it if i tried. i'm beginning to realize that as much as it is in my nature to plan, things seem to turn out just fine without the plan. i've always feared the non-plan because i felt things were out of my control, and by out of my control, i guess what i really mean is that my feelings weren't going to be considered, and i wasn't going to be happy with the end result. but there's something entirely different about a non-plan when it's spent with someone who cares completely how you feel. truly.

when my weekend getaway took a nose dive towards what could have seemingly been a rocky, painful crash landing, there was someone with a kind heart there to hold my hand and help me find a way to see something new. it sounds silly, that i was so stressed about such a insignificant thing; it was a weekend getaway. but at the same time, i put my heart into planning, and my past has turned that moment of to care or not to care, into a significant one. he does care and i am pleased. i'm impressed. i'm happy. he's great. i could have very easily been upset, and i could have been mad, but for the first time i can really say that it's the thought that counts, and i know that his intentions were there. in the bigger picture, our destination didn't matter. a quick road trip or a far away flight, the time together was all that mattered. and is cherished. and appreciated. again, i just feel so lucky, and that's all i am choosing to feel. those thoughts count. those thoughts make me smile.