pop.

my birthday party was glorious. i am happy for the 11th hour switch to pop in the east, instead of mixx in the west. pop is more under 21 friendly and the owner brian young, former chef at le bernardin, is offbeat, quirky, and handsome. he gave me a pop and lock style high five to confirm that i would come back the next night with 30 guests in tow.

early on the 10th, some friends and i (see below) went to cuba café for a authentic cuban brunch. tanya gave me the autobiography of a blue-eyed devil: my life and times in a racist, imperialist society by igna musico (author of cunt). nothing says “i love you” like weighty books on topics concerning feminism and race. the present sort of reminds me of the time i gave diary of a slave girl in a secret santa trade. precious gave me a book simply titled diego rivera by pete hamill. i love coffeetable books or any attempt to beef up on my knowledge of mexican art. annie gave me chocolate strawberries, lauren got me a necklace and wine, & al and rach got me some records – prince’s 1999, mj’s thriller, pointer sister’s break out, and one other that i am forgetting. what better way to celebrate a mid-eighties baby than with mid-eighties records?