It's Erika's Birthday!

Happy clamday, Erika! I hope this day brings you all of the clams you could ever desire.

Omigod, Shoes

While recently procrastinating by looking at clothes on the internetz, I think I found the world's most perfect pair of shoes. These little guys are only $48 at Urban Outfitters and they come in tonz of colors and materials like suede, canvas and wool. This mustard color is particularly perfect for fall and reminiscent of a nail polish I've had my eye on.

Maybe I've been watching a little too much Mad Men, but these shoes are crying out for me to go spend money on them. There's really no reason for a person who spends the majority of her life in either sweatpants or bathing suits to own a pair of shoes like this, but I'm breaking the mold. Working from home just got a bit more sophisticated.

The Most Giantest, Clammiest Clam in the World

Look at all those thumbs up!  These kids really know how to do it right.

This is a Post About Bats!

I'm getting a little psyched for Halloween -- mostly because of the huge candy stash that started appearing in the freezer. (I'm going to get diabetes!) Aside from the all the twixing and snickering, I'm also psyched because of the decorating and costuming. (I'm going to wear the coat!)

Did I mention I'm also kind of psyched about the bats? Greenpoint Tavern is currently covered (COVERED!) with cheesey bat and ghost decorations, and it's really kitschy and great. Also just last night I hallucinated that some leaves dangling off a branch were actually a bat, and I got all excited... and then really disappointed. So, yeah, they're on the brain.

These bats are from my new favorite discovery, Brand New. Also did you know that a group of bats is called a colony? I wanted it to be a battery, but I guess that's asking too much.

The Tom Commandments

I can't believe it's taken me this long to write about my one true love in the city: Pinkerton Wine Bar. Basically Thomas Hudson, the bar's owner, is my favorite new best friend who sometimes gives me free wine, and always makes the best playlists. (And we all know how important the playlist is.)

Now, I have a lot of magical times at Pinkerton -- most of which involve "bar cigarettes" -- but last night was particularly spectacular, as evidenced by what I discovered written on a crinkled newspaper in my bag this morning as I lugged myself to work:

The Tom Commandments
(quite obviously in order of importance)

1. Thou shalt not speaketh of butt plugs.
2. Thou shalt not slam dance.
3. Thou shalt not ask to play thine own iPod.
4. Thou shalt not leave Pinkerton until the owner says you may.
5. Thou shalt not leave thine keys at the bar.
6. Thou shalt not apologize about trivial matters.

Now, I don't know about you, but I consider this the new end all be all of bar rules. If every bar lived by this simple creed, the world would be a better place, particularly on account of numbers four and six (which, coincidentally don't go together very well). 

The Greatest Thing I've Seen and Heard All Week

And that's that.



Also check out Rafter's effing sweet website!

My Friend, Clam.