planz.

without giving too much away, i have a jam-packed weekend ahead of me:

things start out nicely tonight, with kate moss and i visiting central park for the death cab/stars/decemberists show. as we would never pay such a ridiculous amount for indie rock (ha!), we are instead bringing a sheet, some little bottles of liquor, and soda and having an emo-nerdy time for free.

tomorrow, apres-work, i'm set to have drinks with my cutie musician coworker and his friends. (i'm also holding out that evening for kate moss to set the wheels in motion to hook me up with one of r.r.'s tall friends--though i'm not sure if r.r. has any tall friends. or friends, for that matter. i don't even know the guy.)

saturday is the big sassy haircut day, thank god. my hair has been driving me nuts lately. i can't wait to have it back into some sort of style. perhaps then i will actually use the $20 hair products i purchased a few weeks ago on a binge at duane reade.

...following the haircut, i plan to meet up with kate moss and together we will find a.c. and my dear ex-pat pal, kevy. i have known kevy since my freshman year of college, back when he had a big-ass multi-colored mohawk and had not yet found veganism. fast-forward eleven years and i look forward to our reunion. a.c. is back to retrieve his belongings (including his kitties, for whom i've been caring) before really leaving for the left coast. together, the four of us plan to hit up a swanky party at my bro's pad in tribeca.

sunday, it looks like it might be rawk-rawk-rockaway beach, folks.

fuck! i'm in love with new york again.