Our Ladies of South 4th Street

I finally went to another Our Ladies of South 4th Street show (after like a year). Two brilliant girls, Rachel and Sophia, started Our Ladies last summer to show free awesome art out of their South Williamsburg home. You can find out more about them here.

I was especially blown away by Olivia Oppedisano, who sang original songs (as well as Lady Gaga) and was magical, and Janet Glazier, who wrote a hilarious and moving play (the first act of which was read by Josh Brechner, Carolyn Cox, Joelle Golda, and Drigan Lee).

Definitely planning on going to every show from now on! Added bonus of this month's show: all proceeds from drink sales went to Sandy relief! Further proof of Our Ladies' awesomeness.

My Life of Late: From Unemployed to Overemployed

I have somehow managed to go from scraping by and wallowing in self-pity to having too many jobs. Not that I'm complaining, but I have been extraordinarily busy. I've hopped on the barista bandwagon and am working at Beny's Delice in Fort Greene. So far it's going well and no one has complained that their cappuccino is actually a latte, yet.

I'm also working on a couple freelancing projects, and I hope to keep doing more. Luckily one of them--a gig at Paper & String--might turn into a full-time job (fingers crossed)! Paper & String sends out weekly newsletters about different neighborhoods in New York, so sign up for your favorites. I'm going to start writing the Williamsburg newsletter, so any suggestions about your favorite Williamsburg spots and events would be greatly appreciated.

I'm also working on an article about urban farming for The Park Slope Reader, which has been rather fascinating, so check back for a link to that once it's done. Until then, wish me luck making it through the week without any days off.

Oysters + Absinth

We had dollar oysters during happy hour and expensive fancy absinth drinks at Maison Premiere in Williamsburg the other night. I have officially decided I am not a fan of oysters. No matter how much cocktail sauce I smother them in, they will always be cold flavorless slime not worth smothering in something delicious like cocktail sauce, which is why I insisted on ordering three shrimp--for which I received an appropriately smug look from the waiter. Nevertheless, the atmosphere was very Gatsby-esque, and one expensive absinth drink does the work of three normal drinks.