Down with love, up with chocolate. Now there's an idea.
I saw Down with Love on Friday. I think Kate would really like it. It made me want to go home, drink martinis and listen to Dean Martin.

What do you mean there are no local trains running below 14th Street?
Despite the MTA's attempt to foil my attempt at a social life, I went out on Saturday night to see a band play at Arlene Grocery on the Lower East Side. With a little creativity and memory, I made it to the bar, found a cozy seat along the wall and enjoyed some quality tunes.

Tour of Churches: Part III
Church of St. Stephen of Hungary
The walk: one avenue and one block
The church: very 70s
The crowd: me and a couple elderly women
The service: not actually in Hungarian
The priest: a skinny, nervous middle-aged man
The sermon: hard to follow
Communion: A friar in his brown robes and Birkenstocks helped give out Communion
Overall: I wasn't feeling it. But perhaps I was destined not to like this church. I really don't like most people I know named Steve.

Aww ...
I know Clare will probably comment more extensively on the finale of the Bachelor, but I just have two things to say.
1. The ending was really cute.
2. I was quite offended to hear that Kirsten had a degree in magazine journalism. She's giving us all a bad name.

Hotel Intercontinental
I went to a press luncheon this afternoon. It was about the Speical Olympics in Ireland. I really don't like press functions. I got to stand around while a bunch of people who seemed to know each other already chatted. Maybe I'm in the wrong business if I'm this bad at networking. Or maybe it won't be as bad when I have a good reason for being at said press function. At least I got free lunch and the business card of a woman with Tourism Ireland.

The City Gets Lonely
Um. Yeah.