I'm "working in the field" today. Discovered some new thrift shops coming back from a meeting at a garden in Whitestone, Queens. Psyched. No plans to go anywhere this weekend. A friend from college and his woman just moved to DC so they are coming up for Saturday and Sunday. Heather is a major Yankees fan and upon arriving east (from Colorado) I guess tickets were priority numero uno. Shame the season isn't going better for the bombers but they will be so psyched regardless. We're going to send them on the subway up to the Bronx from Astoria - it'll be awesome.
Anyway, I got lists. I should get to 'em. But taking a minute to zone on the couch is pretty dreamy. Dub LP on the turntable thumps heavy. Green bottle, Stella Artois. For now, once, chill.
Happy Labor Day Weekend.
On the stereo: