After an involuntary 10 days unplugged we have finally made our way to Grounded, which New York Magazine describes as a "lumpy-couched, reggae-thumping, plant-strewn hovel." All I care about is the wireless, but I have to admit I was relieved to hear the Smiths when we walked in.
Anyhoo, I miss you guys. I've been happily reading the novel my mom bought me for xmas. (My big new year's resolution is to do more reading offline. I will elaborate later.) But 10 days without internet??
I guess it's kind of like a mental juice fast. When we get home my brain will be skinnier. Maybe I'll start remembering people's names instead of the names of obscure brands of sneakers I find online.
(Photo by Loser Prince)