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How do you get your protein?

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“How do you get your protein?” just so happens to be the ongoing question that is asked to vegans, daily.

This information is for the people I know who are confused as to how much our daily intake of protein should consist of.

Protein requirements are complicated because the amount we need changes with age.

Infants require about 10 grams a day.
Teenage boys need up to 52 grams a day.
Teenage girls need 46 grams a day.
Adult men need about 56 grams a day.
Adult women need about 46 grams a day.

This is accomplished easily with a plant-based diet. Many people consume way above their daily protein requirements needed to stay healthy.

Try Veggies (Greens),Hemp, Non-Dairy Milk (Soy, Almond, etc), Hummus, Sprouted-grain bread and Tempeh and many other delicious plant-based foods.

Go Vegan!
Thank you, Rachel

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Living as a Mod in the 21st century: MODernists.

The bitter sweet story of our lives
For your attention
Another brigades of boys is riding on
No more questions
Prepare all yourself tonite
These boys coming back to town
You better listen up for yourself
For tonite the boys gonna shout
No more waiting
Starting the heat and dance with the beat,
Keep on singing

 

You can call me Old-Fashioned but:

 

As a young girl growing up in South Brooklyn with a father who still lived like it was the 60s and a mother who encouraged that very traditional style; my life was that of a retro photograph; a bit grainy but the colors were majestic.  My older brother’s hair was cut to that of a true 70s boy and my own hair was shaped just as a 60s Mod girl would wear hers with bangs and always trimmed close to the shoulders. My favorite colors were always that of a “Mod dart”: Red, Blue and white. Yes, I wore other colors quite a bit but you hand me over something somewhat Nautical and I’d probably do the twist. In my personal opinion; it was swinging to be smartly dressed.

I didn’t quite love the Tye-dyed shirts my father would throw on me but what I did adore were the beautiful A-Line little girl’s dressed my Grandma Mary would send me monthly. I’d run to the package, ripping it open and always excited to see what was inside; school girl dresses with Peter Pan collared shirts, ;lace trims and pockets, lots of little pockets in my dresses. I’d put on my (one size to big) Mary-Jane shoes that she’d pack in and change about a dozen times, trying each item on and categorizing little outfits. Does this sound like me? Yes, I still get excited over shopping just as much as I did when I was a little girl, growing up in South Brooklyn.

My life wasn’t always pretty dresses and Mary-Jane shoes but it’s what gave me a sense of pleasure: my own taste, my style. I loved the songs of the 60s starting with The Beatles, The Who, The Kinks, Velvet Underground, The Small Faces, The Creation, The Action, The Smoke, John’s Children, The Rolling Stones; much to most of my friends utter disappointment as at other child gatherings I’d be the first to throw on a Francis Hardy song over Milla Vanilli.

Now that there is a true revival going on overseas: I am truly excited. People are beginning to understand the style of the Beat. It’s not just a “fashion”, it’s a life style. Clean; Sharp, Elegant and colorful; we are not afraid to cross the boundaries of today’s society.

Personally, I am tired of the same boring knit and those Bondage shift dresses? I hate them. Why should ANYTHING be that tight?, I love simple darts that clearly accentuate your figure but not mummify it.
Don’t get me started on the music of today: it’s called modern, not “MODern”, it’s repetitive and in my opinion, not as fun to dance to. I simply adore a dance where I can pour baby powder on the floor and do the twist!
Last weekend my friend brought me on his Scooter and we scooted on over to the Smorgasburg (in Williamsburg), where we checked out the record fair. This was basically one of those days that I was hoping for.  Great Vegan Food, a scooter and RECORDS, basically more of my life’s simply pleasures.

 

Don’t just watch and acting cool
You better ask yourself for more
You better listen up for yourself
We are the mods, we are the mods
We are, we are, we are the mods
Don’t just watch and acting cool
You better ask yourself for more
You better listen up for yourself
We are the mods, we are the mods
We are, we are, we are the mods!

 

I am truly glad there is a revival but I call on all Mods to stand up and show yourselves, especially in the New York City area:

Here are some Northern Soul Parties that you can go to so you can dance all the night to some Northern Soul Beats as well as Britpop:

The Delancey; Tuesday nights at 10pm.

& Northern Soul Nights that happen once every 6 weeks: I’ll post more information later. They have a dance contest and this night is run by my friend Paulie; yes, I am a “mod” about it.

You can buy some “new” Mod threads and outfits at Hamlet’s Vintage in the East Village. Hamlet even redesigned an amazing Mod dress and they sold out in weeks.

You can contact me and we can have some record parties and listen to 60s ToyTown Music (Yes!).

I am a Mod; living in the 21st Century.

 

 

Beneath the surface…..

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There’s always a longing for trouble, adventure and just a taste of something other than the mundane.
But, in the end all I hope for is a bit of sweet magic.

“Wine is bottled poetry”. And thus I am left craving for something real.

What might appear on the surface may not be what’s truly beneath….

The Cat who rescued me, Chloe.

I haven’t had much time over the past few weeks to actually sit down and focus on writing a post for you. I’ve been working on numerous projects such as a Benefit for Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary I am throwing with Vegan Drinks on August 30th at Fontana’s. I am making sure it turns out to be an amazing and successful event with many raffle prizes! (I’ll write a post on this very soon).

I have also been out and about enjoying the summer with friends: going to favorite bars in Brooklyn and trying new restaurants, it’s just that time of year! I took a mini-trip 2 weekends ago to the Animal Rights Conference in DC and enjoyed that so very much as I learned a great deal and had the chance to volunteer with two amazing groups: Darwin Animal Doctors & Lotus Elephant Sanctuary. I made a lot of great new friends as well as of course, enjoyed every moment with friends I hadn’t seen in awhile.

Speaking of friends: I have been thinking of my cat Chloe, one of my greatest loves. She is living with my father currently as she keeps him company and has a good life with him but at one point, lived with me and my ex in Riverdale.

We met her coming home one late night after spending quite a bit of time with my ex’s grandfather in the hospital. It was one of those nights that just chill your bones in February and our hearts were breaking after the long hours we had endured in a not-so-pleasing environment. We noticed that there was a small meow coming from the bins and a rustle and looked to see this tiny little kitten hobbling out slowly. Her eyes looked up at us inquisitively and with a tiny breath of a sound, I fell in love. I bent down to her and scooped her into my warm arms and checked her for fleas and or any mites and set her down establishing that if she happened to want to follow us inside, she’s staying the evening, at least. Her little ears puckered up at me as she watched us walk slowly up the stairs. She followed behind, not making a sound and as I opened the door, she ran right in, securing herself a new home for the evening.

Being that we really didn’t have anything she can eat: we had to run to the store and buy some cat food and I quickly made a makeshift litter box for her out of a plastic lidded shoe box and some newspaper.

That evening, she snuggled up to me, her body frail and underfed: I can see she needed a good home and that was with us.
The next day: I ran to PetCo and purchased toys, a bed, a litter box and food, of course. I promptly first named her Audrey (Hepburn) and then Songbird but the minute I said “Hi Chloe” Her ears puckered and eyes twinkled and I knew forever then: she’d be my Chloe.

She may be one of the last reminders of a marriage and relationship I had in Riverdale: But at least I know I’ll always have her and her love will always be unconditional.  And in all reality: she rescued me.

Please always adopt a rescue and never buy a cat (or dog or any living being!) at a Pet Store or Breeder, you too can find your soul mate when you least expect it.

A daily dose of…

For I never did believe that such a love can exist between a woman and a bit of chocolate for as long as eternity can prevail. We shall take delight in such glorified soul, sweet decadence, for my heart has been taken sweetly into the depths..of its embrace..

A daily dose of Chocolate.

7/17/12: Awaken…during midsummer.

Awaken….
To the suns golden rays burning into my sleepy bedtime eyes.
Clever mind:
Gathering thoughts and
Abstract Oil painted images…

I bathe my body in the sweet aromas of
Jasmine, rose
Opiates to the being of our kind
Intoxicating our minds with its sweet drug..
Desire and design.

Hoping to.
Succeed.
Power.
Passion…..
Freed..

As I sat on the train last night and recollected all the events that had taken place over the past couple of days and I fumbled around with my small bag of heavenly scented essential oils and the buddhist book I purchased at “The land of Buddha” on McDougal Street I instantly became inspired. I couldn’t find my pen in my bag (which I later found in my makeup bag), and took out my Blackberry to use the Microsoft Word App. First, look at Modern Technology. I typed the poem, edited a few times but just letting my mind roam. What an amazing feeling! To simply have lovely words coherently roaming my mind and these: I have to get out. Release.

Saturday: Midsummer Garden Party

Saturday I awoke to yes, the suns golden rays burning into my eyes and I got up and dressed early to start preparing for the day ahead: Our Midsummer Garden Party.

After getting showered, dressed and mixed a new concoction of essential body oil: Jasmin, Opium and a secret ingredient. I coaxed Rob( my roommate) to go food shopping with me for the party and to go and have brunch at our new favorite local haunt: Eclipse. A Mexican restaurant that caters to vegetarians/vegans in the area.

Eclipse Taco Combination plate:
2 Tofu tacos and a Guacomole. Side of Rice & Beans is a must for me!

After Brunch, Rob and I made our way to Keyfood and went food shopping, where he snapped this little photo promoting Vintage Seltzer.

We carried the groceries home and Kristy arrived soon after that and we started to set up for the party as well as snapped a few fun photos during because Kristy unfortunately had to run to her performance that evening.
But I am happy she came by!

Friends started rolling in one by one and later in groups of two and three’s and the party ran all night. Robyn showed up with her newborn baby boy, my nephew! And when she walked into the yard: she looked like a Grecian goddess carrying her pride of joy.

Elizabeth(click to check out her blog!) made her DELICIOUS Potato Salad, Jessica made summer rollers with Jalapeno dressing and Jen brought a large tub of Raw Mint Chocolate chips ice cream left over from The Veggie Prom. There was a smorgasbord of delightful foods and drinks and the music? Rob had been the DJ and we had the Garden playing one playlist and Robs bedroom playing another.

People came and went and the day turned out to be perfect. How could it not? I was surrounded by people I love.

The last person left at about midnight and Rob, Rachel and I decided to go dancing at Fontana’s, a bar/dance club that houses our very own Vegan Drinks monthly as well as the Veggie Prom this past year for Brit-pop night! We go-go danced the night away before running over to San Loco’s for some delicious Guacamole Tacos (Do you know what kind of food I love?).

* Check out Elizabeth’s blog entry on the Garden Party as well as her delicious recipe for the Potato Salad!

Sunday:

I went to Bliss in Williamsburg for Brunch and then ended up wondering and doing a tad bit of shopping. It was a nice day and I decided to go home and write a bit and catch up on some relaxation.

Jacquelyn came home and we decided to have a bit of a”Ladies night”; painting our nails and listening to girl-rock music and basically singing and dancing to our hearts content. The beautiful part of the night? When Jacquelyn and I decided to waltz and spin as rain began to fall outside. The sound was overwhelmingly pleasant and we wanted to just run out into it: free. We stayed in dry instead, and sung Disney songs.

Monday:

I had dinner with Dania at Sacred Chow to discuss some things we both were going through. We went to my favorite Buddhist shop; The Land of Buddha and each picked a book out and a ring. I stumbled upon a ring with a Jade stone which is said to bring me luck. “Well I need it” I commented to the shops salesperson, he smiled and laughed before replying that “If you feel it will attract luck, it will”. I nodded, honestly, I just enjoyed the color of the stone and the fact that it was the only one that fit me made my mind up to purchase it. Even if I believed that it would bring me good fortune I still appreciated its natural beauty.

I believe in this quote and decided to rethink what I feel on faith, once again. I truly believe in what Buddhism can give you: love, peace and freedom from stresses that will tear your life into tiny pieces and leave you crying in the gutter. I am tired of stresses, of ego…

Ahimsa: Do no harm.

Just love.

And this leaves me to where I started this entry: on the train, writing the poem above.

Sweetly desiring nature

I have a love for the sweet serenity of nature. I’d like to run barefoot through fields of sunflowers and let the wind take my hair into it’s loving hold and freely flow. I’d like to lay in a meadow of tall grass and let little dandelions tickle my nose as I wish on them and watch as they spread their seeds. Spinning in a long flowing skirt and witness as the meadows take shape in a silken blur of color…

Clouds above me, I grasp them and let myself fall in a fit of laughter.

Pure Joy.

Silently hoping I meet a fairy one day as I walk through the shade of overgrown trees and take in the whisper of the evergreens.

My childhood is a reminder of just how beautiful some memories can be.

04.30.2012: Rockabye….in Brooklyn

tending the garden of noise
when I grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
as the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
I sing

Brooklyn:

What can I say about Brooklyn? I’ll start with, that semi-large borough that I was born in, brought up in and thrive in at this moment. I am one of few people nowadays who actually seemed to have stemmed from such an eclectic part of this country.  Brimming with local artists, community gardens, tree-lined streets and cafes, bars like 61 Local that have Kombucha on tap and introduces other local businesses to the masses.  I miss when I spend most of my work days in the fast paced hustle of Manhattan. Brooklyn is electric, eclectic and I simply adore spending my weekends there. I soak in the delight of the neighborhoods and currently, ride my bike watching the blurred scenery pass me by.

when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
i sing

rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye, the baby that is me
rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye till i’m fast asleep

The past week had passed rather quickly as time usually does. On Tuesday, I went to yoga at Jivamukti, my favorite yoga studio in New York City. I truly have tried many and this one just so happens to be the only one I find is progressive enough for what i find I want my yoga experience to be. They also are a vegan yoga school, who support Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary, so that makes my decision an easier one for me to routinely go to.

In class, I met our teacher, Chris. He was amazing, instructing us in some positions that I hadn’t taken part in and or his soothing voice introduced us to take part in positions I just hadn’t thought of returning to in quite a while. During the head stand, in which I was unfortunately having trouble bringing myself into after so long of not taking part in such a pose, Chris helped position me and left me, standing on my head for a little while. The blood rushing to my head and my thoughts clearing, I felt rejuvenated when I returned to upward dog.

After the class, we lay in a fetal position and then flat on our (sometimes aching backs) Om’ing and meditating to the sound of serene chanting music. I enjoy this spiritual awakening every time I participate in it and maybe it’s because I was raised as a child of hippies, Om’ing in a field along with 4,000 others, creating a serene musical experience.

the tunnel is train torn
the tracks are worn and sore
i can feel the rattle
riding up through the floor
she jumped the turnstile
he paid for his ride
i am the echo in the station
where their footfalls collide
i left her at the epicenter
we were trembling dutifully
i left him too
i left parts of me
singing…

Last weekend, my friend Dania came from the Bronx and we decided to go to the newly re-opened, VSpot. I ordered the Vegan Eggplant Parmesan, which I admit: I enjoyed every bit of. I had to beg the waitress to take some away because I didn’t want to overeat and Danny, the owner and a good friend of mine: brought me over a birthday mimosa. Our experience was delightful and as always, I will be returning to VSpot.

After dinner, we decided to do some shopping and stopped into Beacons Closet, just as they were closing and then heading on over to Target. I was dressed in a Nautical theme:

Sailboat maxi skirt: 1970s: Beacons closet: $15.00. 70s Sailboat skirt: Beacons closet: $15.00, Vintage retro shoes.

After shopping, Dania wanted to try some Kombucha on tap at a local bar on the way to the movie theater in Cobble Hill, but we decided to spend time in Barnes & Noble, have some tea and rant & rave.

As I previously mentioned: the week went by quickly. I volunteered at a small rescue for a few hours, I helped co-write a new song and stayed up till the wee hours working on the Artists way, gave in and finally decided on getting eye contacts which I finally have been able to grasp the routine of! and, sadly, my roommate Daniel, left us and moved to Paris, to become a head chef in a new vegan restaurant. (Happy for you, Daniel!)

i said today i am leaving
in every sense of the word
but I’m in love with your memory already
everything I’ve seen and heard
and i will go singing
as the solitude sets in
in time with the rhythm
of everywhere i have been
it sounds like

Saturday:

My lovely friend, Abby held a clothing swap at her apartment in which about 15 girls, besides myself, attended. (We literally had about 20 large bags of clothes piled up on top of each other) and we played the normal clothing swap games; First person to raise their hands, gets the piece of clothing and or jewelery. This time, I picked up quite a few items from Abby (including an amazing dress I am currently wearing with little elephants on it!) a Bob Marley shirt I have already worn twice since Saturday and a few pairs of jeans that I needed. Basically, after trying everything on: all 15 girls went home with some memories and a whole new wardrobe. After the swap, Jacquelyn and I stuck around and  helped Abby pick up while sipping on champagne & wine and at about 10:30, we decided to order a vegan gluten-free pizza from Pizza Plus.

Check out Kristy’s new blog: http://heyimkristy.blogspot.com/ for more details on the swap.

Sunday:

Abby and I planned on taking 3 large bags of clothes from the swap to Long Island to donate to Food not Bombs, a  food share that happens on Sundays all over New York State. We are trying to go there to volunteer about once a month and always feel wonderful after.

At 11:30, I arrived at Abby’s house and we went to have a delightful brunch before driving out to Long Island. About an hour later, of talking, we arrived at the Food share in Hempstead and started working on the produce line just as soon as we arrived. I am always amazed at what we end up giving out: but pleased that Food not Bombs is a vegan food share and everything we hand out happens to not contain ANY animal-by products.

We were handing out basil plants, bananas, potatoes, all sorts of other fruits and veggies. Jon Stepanian, a personal hero and good friend of mine, keeps everything under control and dedicates his time and money to projects like this one. In fact, on May 19th, he will be running 50 miles on Long Island to raise money for his own Non-profit Community Solidarity.

Every time we go there: we are amazed at how many other volunteers there are, taking part in such a good cause. We had a good time while encouraging each other to open our hearts and souls and help…

The ongoing word and joke of the day was: Similac. Ha!

After the food share we now have a tradition of heading over to our favorite Italian restaurant in the tri-state area: 3 Brothers Pizza Cafe, where Abby and I share a delightful vegan greek salad and each order Tempeh Marsala with spinach. And we watch as the two Jon’s traditionally with us, devour calzones and pizzas.

We were in heaven…

tending the garden of noise
where i grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn.

When we got back to Brooklyn, Jacquelyn rang me up and told me about a n ice piece of furniture she found and we brought it in last night, placing it in our living room and admiring its antique features.

All is well for a Sunday night as I tried to organize my new wardrobe of clothes and sleep.

Of course, I stayed up half the night with a poem in mind. Scribbling it down into a notebook I have placed under my pillow.

04.24.12:Waking up…to reality.

A world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour
– WILLIAM BLAKE

Have you ever woken up first thing in the morning? Of course you have….

Stretched, your eyes are blinded by the sun shining through the window and your thoughts, well…they are still slightly blurry because you just woke up with a startle from a magical dream you just had that had not a fragment of time. In fact, in your dream: there was no time, the lines of reality were not apparent and everything seemed to just fit; together.

You were with people you chose to be with, in a world that you imagined for yourself and the person (or people) that you have invited into your own subconscious. Unfortunately, just as soon as the sun decided to shine its menacing rays into your direction, just enough to wake you up and it did just that. The smiling sun giggled at the thought of YOUR ability to be snapped right back into reality, with a startled jump, no less!

(Usually, in a dream: I am riding -in a car and or on a bike- and or having a journey along an ocean or body of water and there are lovely dancing waves and I am mesmerized by the scenery, enjoying it with whomever I have decided to invite into this slumbered paradise and or I am in an eerily beautiful white house, large with a winding staircase and it feels like it may have been built in the times of circa 1890).

You sit up slowly, looking around and you are now jarred. Rubbing your eyes and gently standing up to return to your almost mundane morning routine and look at yourself in the mirror:

You usually pick at yourself because you see that you have lived, quite a full life. When your reflection stares back at you, are you not looking directly into your own soul? I admit I am as well as also taking pleasure in my awakening of memories, thoughts & goals.

I am now 30, but not one that has lived normal by all means! If you know me, you already have figured that out. What’s my age again? I seem to forget,  once in a while.  My life and the memories I have currently are lived are very exciting to some and I have lived past my age. I bask in the life of the unknown…

Recently, I have had the pleasure of being taken on amazing motorcycle rides that are so invigorating and inspiring (and the person I am with inspires me quite a bit, as well!) that last Saturday morning, when I arrived back home I hopped on my bike with my new helmet (yes, I bought a helmet!) and rode to Prospect Park where I stretched out on the ground in the sun for a bit with a pen and paper and released myself into my writing. I hadn’t actually been able to do this activity for a while now and it felt so relieving to be able to release my thoughts into oblivion and turn them into reality.  That lovely ride, inspired just another part of my heart that I nearly seem to forget once in a while with my everyday schedule of events and social gatherings. The action of letting the wind blow in your hair and watching as the scenery of the city and or ocean are blurred paints a  pretty picture of one’s life & allows you to open up to the reality that everything is meant to happen in a series of events.

Let go and let life flow…

I don’t tell time, I chose my own.

My dreams are lucid and flow like liquid and my life?

I swallowed much of it and still have plenty more to drown in.

Here are a few pictures and outfits I have gathered….

Looking forward to going to yoga class after work at JivaMukti and…

release.

4.14.12: Prohibition… Biking…it’s the life.

We see the everlasting
in everything that is passing.
– SHARON GANNON

 

Saturday, the 14th of April;

I woke up at 8:30 A.M. surprising my roommates. I had a plan in mind though and that was for us all to enjoy brunch at Sacred Chow in the city as Saturday turned out to be quite beautiful. We met Jacquelyn’s friend Joshua there and enjoyed quite a tasty brunch. After brunch, we decided to all take a leasurely walk across town to the Yippie Cafe to pick up a few things I had forgotten the evening before but not before each of us bought a Kombucha from the local bodega.

I knew I had to get home in time to change for a Shoshana’s Murder Mystery Birthday party in which I was named: Maxie Madeline, a socialite who hung out at the Juice Joint and basically lived a life of wining and dining.

I had purchased a lovely vintage dress the day before from Auh2O Thriftique and decided to wear it, pairing it with a headband I purchased earlier in the day and a few necklaces. I piled on the makeup and blew a kiss to the mirror before heading out to join the party in Chelsea at an actors studio.

As soon as I walked into the door of the studio, I bumped into my good friend and birthday girl, Shoshana, who happened to be in character. I retaliated and started speaking to her in 20s slang, and in this case: making threats and stealing and bribing were all allowed. I was even called a floozy a few times, with a smile I shot back that they’d pay big time. There was a murder: poor Nick, right in front of his soon to be fiance, Molly Malone.  You know who murdered Nick? The detective and Shoshana had to go home with him that night! ha! We all mainly stayed in character and it was definately some good, clean fun.

When I arrived home, walking into Jacquelyn’s room, I realized she hadn’t left for her 20s party and talked me into going to it with her, obviously…I was already dressed for it.

Daniel drove us over to Williamsburg and we went to Shauny’s apartment, that had a great view of Bedford Avenue. When we first arrived: Gangsters Paradise was playing but as the night went on and after a few drinks: the 20s music was turned on and the dancing proceeded.

Just a bit blurry <3 hehe

Just a bit blurry

We had a good time and on our way home, I had Daniel drive us over to the Brooklyn Promenade, at 3 am, to see the cities lights before he leaves for France.

Sunday, the 15th of April:

Again, I awoke quite early and signed onto Facebook where my friend Damon was. We chatted for a bit before he brought up going to the Vegan Pop Up Shop at Pine Box Rock Shop later that day, which was in my plan and mentioned that he was biking in. Knowing that I wanted a bike for a while, he kindly persuaded me into meeting him at the Recycle-a-bike in the East Village at 12:30.

We went to a few shops before I walked into Busy Bee on East 6th and pulled out two bikes with Damon’s help. I decided to try them both out and had mentioned to Damon earlier that I had to “skirt test” the bikes before buying them, so wearing a long 1950’s skirt, I hopped on and almost rode away with the second bike before purchasing it! (I wouldn’t have, I just fell in love with it. Our friend and marathon bike rider, Andreas met up with us and we all planned on riding over the Williamsburg bridge to Pine Box.

J.C. Higgins, 1961 Bike!

J.C. Higgins, 1961 Bike!

Andreas and Damon know their bikes and helped me adjust everything before I set off, forgetting my bike lock because we were so excited to get on the road. I followed closely behind Damon (our navigator!) as Andreas and I spoke and he refreshed me on the rules of the road….

Over the bridge we went, without a helmet (I bought one the following day!)….

Andreas is just so good at bike riding, he does it with his eyes closed.

Andreas is just so good at bike riding, he does it with his eyes closed.

We arrived at Pine Box, where Cinnamon Snail was set up and Damon and I decided to share the gluten-free waffles (which are to die for.) and several other goodies. Adam, the owner of Cinnamon Snail threw in some extra goodies to my liking that I shared and Tod came over with Kombucha from the tap. It was so nice to chill out, shop with some friends, eat some Faux Gras from my friend Ella & even buy some delicious smelling Lavender Body Oil. Melissa and I took a bunch of Mod pics, some will be posted at some point and we played pass the Strummer, Melissa’s itty bitty dog that I am in love with. I was happy to bump into Michelle Hill, my girl and singer of Happy Birthday just two nights before 😉 and quite a few other friends….even Ethan, Mr. Grumpy. 😛

The journey back home was nice and I must have ridden around 20 miles on my first day back on the road…I was free.

A special thanks to Damon for pushing me into some bike shops so I can finally, get back out there! now I am addicted, and can’t wait till this rain stops so I can be free.

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