February 20, 2011

2 Mar

My dear friend Chris was visiting from San Francisco. I met up with him in Greenwich village for some coffee and a lot of catching up. Back in the day, we used to get together roughly once a week. We assigned ourselves poems to examine and discuss. We even would write little assignments. Many of our good-intention writing sessions devolved into drinking a lot of whiskey and just hanging out, but we still encouraged each other to write and read poetry more.

Anyways, on this day we chatted about poetry and life. Then we meandered over to the famous Magnolia Bakery with supposedly the best cupcakes in the world. I’d like to quote the poetry of Andy Samberg from his song “Lazy Sunday“:

“Let’s hit up Magnolia and mack on some cupcakes.
No doubt that bakery’s got all the bomb frostings.
I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling.

2? No 6? No 12? BAKER’S DOZEN!
I’m told you that I’m crazy for these cupcakes cousin.”

The cupcakes didn’t really live up to all the hype. I found the frosting a bit too heavy. But it was a lovely, lazy Sunday with an old friend. Check out his blog to the right. It’s called “Last Class“, and it is fantastic. He doesn’t update it very often, but when he does it is always a reading delight.


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