Reading this book called The Island at the Center of the World by Russell Shorto. Seriously, everyone, READ. It's about the Dutch Colony which inhabited what is now Manhattan before the English did as the English do and kicked the Dutch out. NYC was seriously hapnin' even back then. read read read.

Today my friends and I went to Brighton Beach in Brooklyn. As I expected, it was full of an assortment of muscly men with boom boxes, Russians, and tourists. I ate potato vareniki and spinach soup at Tatiana's and succeeded in butchering the names of my meal while ordering. Vareniki is a Russian dumpling dish with a side of sour cream and boy was it tastyyy. It's exciting to see places like Brighton Beach (which is a predominantly Russian community) be so filled with culture; I felt like I was in a miniature Russia.

Finally back in the Cit-hay.
On Sunday night the friendlies and I went to our favorite green balcony at the Hudson Hotel for some view. Then we heard music downstairs and came across a danze party. We made it poppin.