Outside of work, you can usually find me volunteering at Recycle-a-Bicycle, or completely negating any fitness gains from my 6am laps in Prospect Park by getting a hibiscus doughnut and coffee from Dough immediately afterwards. If there was a doughnut-eating/coffee-drinking/cycling triathlon I'd fuckin' rock it though.
...ensuring that I have your consent before I launch into my twelve minute rant about how Frank Lloyd Wright is responsible for climate change and systemic oppression in America. Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but get your own weird conspiracy theory. This one's mine.
MOVIES: Smuggling in a fifth of Jack Daniels into Regal Theaters so we can get loaded off of our bootleg Jack & Cokes while we watch Mad Max: Fury Road.
SHOWS: It took a few episodes to warm up to, but Bojack Horseman might be one of the best series I've ever seen.
MUSIC: If they've played at St. Vitus, they're probably in my library.
FOOD: I routinely mess up grabbing curry powder instead of cumin off the spice rack, so get at me if you want surprise Indian food when I say I'm making enchiladas for dinner
— Feeling guilty for losing my dad's old pocket knife until I find it while doing the laundry later that week
— A liter of extra virgin olive oil. Friends have accused me of drinking it, but that only happened one time c'mon guys
— A sub from Wegmans. What's Wegmans? You are in for a treat.
— Maraschino cherries with stems (it matters)
— Informing my coworker that yes, I did bike into work today, just like I have every day for the past two years, yes I know it's raining, no, that's never stopped me before, yes Zandra I know I'm crazy
✓ happy hour at a local joint and trying drinks with weird ingredients
✓ a guided architecture tour of The Highline from yours truly that mostly consists of me yelling at boring and overpriced condos
✓ a quick bike ride to pick up supplies for our picnic in Prospect Park