eat cake

Monday I met up with Kostya in the West Village, by his university, and went to Three Lives & co. (a bookshop) where he got a book of essays, which made him feel like he had bought contraband. Then we continued our adventure at The Strand (where he got two more books and I got three). 
Spent the next morning battling the snow, but made it the Jewish Museum for the Chagall exhibit. Even on a Tuesday afternoon it was pretty crowded, but Chagall is one of the first artists I ever remembered.
Wednesday I went to a bar in Harlem called The Shrine with Ben, and there were a few sets of music and debates about the pursuit of happiness, and then we parted and I went to meet my housemates&friends at Barcelona Bar in midtown. Their shots taste like cocktails - Surfer on Acid, at least, did, that's the only one I got. I was tempted to get Dante's Inferno until I found out it contained hot sauce. Luisa put Taylor Swift on the jukebox machine, and Sasha tried wrestling me with two arms against one of mine. A guy talking to Luisa thought we were all teachers: the bartender said we look aloof. After that we went to the bodega by our apartment and got cake-mix and icing.

Eating cake at past 1 am on a Wednesday.