Gettin' jiggy
I now have a favorite New York bar: Paddy O'Rielly's. All they have on tap is Guinness, and they pour the best pint I've had since I've been back. The other reason I enjoy the bar is that the jig punk band, the Prodigals plays there regularly. They're so Irish that the lead singer is named Colm. I don't know if I can explain jig punk. The accordian player is hot, and they played a version of "Dirty Ol' Town" that you just had to dance to. Does that help explain anything? I danced through both sets and even danced with a random cute guy with curly hair. Not knowing anyone else in the bar and having a pint or two Guinness in my belly helped improve my dancing skills, too. All in all, Friday was a high-quality evening, my best in New York so far. If any of you come to visit me, we're going to Paddy O'Rielly's, so remember to bring your dancing shoes.

Picking up where Shakey's left off
Those of you who fondly remember the O-dough concrete, I recommend Ben and Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Chunk ice cream. Cinnamon ice cream, pieces of oatmeal cookie dough and chocolate chips. Mmmm.

My brother's girlfriend had bad taste in movies
My brother visited me yesterday. As is it was raining, again, we went to see a movie. Mike wanted to see Wrong Turn because Joey said it was good. Being a good sister, I went along with it. It was so bad. Even in terms of horror movies, it was really bad. Four words: genetically mutated mountain men.

What the Puerto Rican Day Parade means to me
That suddenly three-fourths of the population is Puerto Rican, wearing a flag in some manner and trying to get on the same train as me.