But then I went out and got Cuban food and mucho alcohol inside of me. Good times were had by all.
Waking up to a lazy Saturday means slices of pizza, am I right or am I right?
We wandered over to check out the Halloween Fest going on at the Williamsburg waterfront-- it turned out to be (literally) a couple of brass players, 3 funk dancers and about 20 kids running around and painting pumpkins hideous colors.
After some Van Leeuwen, we bailed to Beacon's Closet. Where I found THIS magical specimen.
I described it as an acid green crushed velvet punk Ren Faire dress. It laced up in the back like a Jane Austen movie gone wrong. But sadly, it was not to be. (Seeing as how I don't wear clothes heavier than my purse. YET.)
Drank some Blast at the Brooklyn Brewery.
And went home to make mac 'n cheese like champs and watch It Might Get Loud. Jack. Mothercussing. White.
Sunday was Pies 'N Thighs for a rather ludicrous brunch. Let me tell you: good.