We’re Alive!

We are in Las Vegas and we are among the living.

A full written account of our drive across the country will follow, as well as a video blog. Pick your poison.

Will write again soon.

Yellow and Grey

I have become more and more obsessed with the color combination of yellow and grey. We could debate for an hour or so on the correct way to spell grey, but I’d rather just talk about the glorious hues and versatility. Seeing as how I can’t wear yellow to save my life and don’t own anything but grey sweaters I thought that it would be appropriate to siphon my obsession into our new bedroom (no, I have not seen it).

I love this bedspread by Dwell Studio

I am going to fashion my own headboard in grey like this one from Urban Outfitters

I want to hang this picture by Noah Kalina, from 20×200, in our bedroom, even if Sir Luke thinks the light around the door frame looks like a mistake.

And most of all, I want this bunny. So what if she’s not grey and yellow. She’s adorable and she could be mine! She reminds me of my favorite bunny Roebling of Bklynbunny.com

Silence Please

I don’t know who started the rule that there is no noise on the subway during rush hour. Some days I am more grateful for it than others. Like this morning when the man across from me burst out laughing at the book he was reading (“Down” if you find it you get a prize because I can’t track it down). I probably wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t already so quiet. People were staring him down like he had just committed a crime. He wiped the smirk off his face and continued solemnly reading.

On my way home I was standing with hand clasped around pole and falling asleep as usual, when the conductor announced the next stop and I could have sworn he was whispering right into my ear. It frightened me half to death. I jolted awake and looked around to see and hear the quiet around me. I hate awaking from a loud frightening occurrence only to find silence around me. It makes me feel a little false inside.

Sometimes I relish in it on the way home. Then some crazy comes in a ruins my meditation. The PATH is much more quiet than the MTA.

I used to think I’d miss the subway, but the idea of driving to the grocery store is squelching all my nostalgia. I’ve only got a week left and I don’t feel the need to get in before we go. I’m ready to get back to the west. My heart belongs in the slow suburbia way.

We’ll see if the Vegas lights live up to my expectations.