Shelves by Amalgam

Ok the big event this weekend was the completion of my giant shelving unit that I've been telling people about for ages. It's by Ben ("The Architect", who you know) and Adrien (who you don't) of Amalgam, based in Brooklyn. They did some sweet design work and a dedicated weekend installation which the following shitty iPhone pictures will do no justice.

In progress.

Computer sit part. That monitor will be on the wall soon.

Stables and wine rack detail.

Further wine rack detail. Note the felicity with which the wine bottles do not go crashing to the floor.

Millwork detail. This is the coolest part. The top 4 shelves have part of a Frank O'Hara poem etched into the bottom. You can read the whole thing while you're sitting in the chair.

and the little box is out on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining

oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much

The poem is a love letter to New York City, but it also reminds me of some important friends from the past, so it's a whole bundle of good feelings doing their best to make people vomit rainbow happiness.

So tonight is all about putting crap on them like books and stuff. I like the big spaces and am considering printing some photos and putting them back in there with some subtle lighting underneath. So that'll be neat.

If any of you want to commission your own totally awesome designwork from Amalgam (which I highly recommend), I suggest you contact them immediately because once all the celebrities show up at the housewarming party I'm finally having, they will be too busy making playpens for Angelina Jolie to be bothered with you plebes.

Here is my update

Hooray I still have a hangover headache from two days ago!

Anyway Friday I met The Architect's parents, who are fabulous. Dadchitect is enormous, which was intimidating until I realized we were going to dinner and not Wrestlemania, and Archimom reminded me of my Aunt Kathy's sister, and therefore somewhat of my Aunt Kathy, both of whom I like.

Oh, and I was asleep by 11 that night because as I've mentioned before The Architect and I are geriatrics and so we were up way early and he went out running while I stayed in like a housewife darning socks reading my book. Hey The Architect, I have an idea for our next date. Let's eat dinner at 4:30 and then go home and watch The Blue Lagoon but fall asleep halfway through. I'm serious.

The rest of the weekend I played video games and watched movies like The Dark Crystal and Speed Racer because on top of being a geriatric, I am also a 10-year-old.

Speed Racer was pretty much a 2-hour sugar rush and shitty but in a good way where you just have to say "This is a racing movie" and you get over the fact that it's kinda bad. Susan Sarandon is in it, and you could see it in her eyes: "OMG I hate reciting these cliche lines but at least this isn't The Hunger, God that movie sucked." She was thinking of The Hunger the whole time.

The visual style of SR was also pretty awesome because I like bright colors and shiny things. I also enjoyed this visual style:

Too bad his character eats it in the opening sequence SPOILER ALERT!

Tweakend

I guess I missed the Black Party

Let's see, what did I do this weekend oh that's right NOTHING!

Friday night I was all primed for a cozy night in reading and cleaning because all of my friends had other plans, but then I got dead tired and was sleeping by 9 because I am a geriatric.

I also saw Horton Hears a Who, which is about an elephant and his speck. It's pretty good. There's also a little fuzzy yellow thing named Katie, who has some problems.

Anyway then I had dinner with The Architect on Saturday and we went to a place I had been before except this time we ordered a bottle of wine that was probably the best bottle of wine ever made. Ok backstory: First of all, we had two waiters: Hot Waiter and Less Hot Waiter. Hot Waiter brought us a bottle of wine but when we smelled it, it was like nail polish remover, and when we tasted it, it was like nail polish remover, and Hot Waiter agreed. Enter Less Hot Waiter who decided to tell us there was nothing wrong with it like he knew anything. He became my enemy and officially "Less Hot" and we got a new bottle anyway, which ended up being this delicious perfect spicy cherry wine.

I don't have pics from the weekend yet, so here's something else. That's my building on the left.

Hot Waiter was mostly hot because he had good hair that I wanted. The best part about the wine is that when we got the check, we weren't charged for it. Anyway, at about 10 I found out that The Architect is a geriatric too because we both got really tired and went home to bed so we could wake up in time for the WORST HANGOVER HEADACHES EVER!

Then we played with his brand new dual shower head, which was really WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW! I'm only telling you about that because The Architect's mom reads my blog now because apparently he couldn't think of any other way to show her a picture of me. Yeah, now you know he is an Advanced Genius Level Architect. AGLA. Agla Khan.

Then we had brunch with shitty coffee and went on a walk and I came home to "put up my shelves" which is code for "watch TV for 5 hours." THE END