Nobody ever says I wanna be a camp counselor when I grow up…but they MOTHER FUCKIN’ should!! In the decade since I have watched this movie for as many times as there are words in this post, this movie has somehow gotten BETTER. Netflix instant, while you still can brahs!!
Beauty and Birdshit
Parking in New York City can be a real hassle, so last Thursday when I found the most perfect spot, under a tree no less, I thought I was imagining things. How could this PERFECT spot not be taken?!?! It was beautiful!! So I parked, feeling so totally and completely blissed out by my good fortune and went to bed. The next morning I woke up, walked to my car and saw nothing but BUCKETS of birdshit all over mah girl. So THAT’s why no one parked there. It looked beautiful, but the residents of this neighborhood who had known that spot for years knew better. Sighing, I reached down with the pulled down sleeve of my shirt, because yes, there was even shit on my handle, and moved my car to another location before the street sweepers came. I finished a paper, went to class and then headed to bed, not wanting to see or deal with figuring out how to undo the damage of the “beautiful spot”. I did not hear the rain that night, but when I woke and walked out onto my deck, I smelled the sweet mix of freshly wet juniper and mulch from my neighbors’ yard. I enjoyed the moment, and found myself reveling in that Brooklyn high that anyone who knows me, knows I won’t shut up about. I walked to my car, prepared this time to see the damage, but instead found my beautiful car. The rain had completely washed any trace of the “beautiful spot” away. Huh, I thought. Huh.
METAPHOR!!
In Soho NYC
Donatello: You just said the magic word.
April: You guys eat pizza?
Michaelangelo, Donatello: Doesn’t everybody?
COWABUNGA!!
If you end up playing the shit out of this song…don’t blame me. Blame it on the OCD, baby.
