This water taxi thing that goes back and forth for FREE now between Pier 11 in lower Manhattan and Ikea in Red Hook has been hanging over my head for the past month since the whole shit started. Sometime in the last year I have developed a phobia of transportation entrapment, that is to say the fear that once on an airplane, boat, train, etc...I can't just decide to get off when I want to. Call me crazy. Don't actually...

So yesterday I conquered the 13 min. water taxi. A minor triumph in a string of triumphs...this coming from someone who never understood what anxiety really was. And I'm glad I did, because I had the opportunity to bear witness to the flow chart the woman next to me was making with her friend...a chart which detailed and linked the sexual escapades of everyone they knew. Next time your out on a boat circling lower Manhattan with nothing to do, there's an idea for you.

Last but certainly not least I will share the shear excitement of my purchases at Lyell; the tapsuit and 70's shorts. Happy birthday to me! Incidentally Lyell is having a sample sale this weekend at their nolita shop - cash only.