Maxine Lewitinn

Sarah's sweet sweet dog Maxine passed away last night. She charmed everyone who met her-- just the way Sarah does. Even though she couldn't see you, she sensed you. And she was so gentle.

Maxine used to come over and hang at our apartment-- but if she wasn't in the mood for the city, Sarah would go out to Tenafly just to see her. If Sarah missed your birthday party or your show, you can bet she was with Maxine.

R.I.P. Maxine

Taxicab Chronicle #003

I took a cab to midtown to meet my parents. As we drew near their hotel, the driver launched into a story.

He jubilantly announced that he recently married. He said "I'm 72! I thought my life was over. I was just waking up, working, eating, and going to bed. I had my grandchildren and my children but nothing else to live for."

Then one day he rode an elevator to the top of a building. When the door opened, he saw a woman and just knew he had to be with her. So he asked her to dinner, and they never looked back.

She's 61, and describes him as God's gift to her. He said the past five months have been the happiest in his whole life.

That happened a week ago and it's still making me smile.

My Heroine

Dear Reader,

You probably linked over from Sarah's blog today. I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you about how she is the best friend ever.

Last week at the Music show, some drunken Southern lout, from an opening band that won't be named, used a misogynistic term to describe me. Without hesitation, Sarah told him to "shut [his] fucking face, fuckwad." She put him in his place. Her tirade was masterful.

Loyalty owns. Sarah is my heroine and protectress.

Thank you for your attention.

Niki.

You're Not the Boss of Me!

So last night I accompanied Sarah to her DJ gig at a corporate shindig at APT. And while she was blissfully ensconsced in her headphones, someone asked me to relay a song request to my "boss."

I played along, because it was just too comic an opportunity to pass up.

A package deal.

She goes, I go.

Sorry, kids.

99 Problems.

I've been cruising El Camino Real in a Lincoln Aviator for two days.

The intent? To efficently furnish my brother's new townhouse.
The results? None so far.
The morale? Low.

Highlight of the Day: Epic email from my girl Sarah.
Lowlight of the Day: IKEA.

Hi-Lights.

No new taxi tales, because I have been using the train.

Highlight of the Day: Pedi at Be Mini Spa.

Highlight of the Night: Big Macs in the DJ booth at 3AM, courtesy of a supersexy delivery boy.