You Only Get What You Give

Somehow 'You only get what you give' sounds like a closing song. I'm playing it anyway. It's Saturday night, people want a little bit of familiar. Feels like a friend night here at Camp. There is a big group of buddies playing Jenga in front of the dj booth. I think they'll be my barometer for tonight's set.

I here at Camp again in Carroll Gardens. A last minute gig shouted to me by Larry from the opposite end of the bar as I walked out last night at 4am. I didn't have any other plans and lord knows I need the cash so here I am once more. The dj booth here is hot. As in I am sweating. Considering putting the fan on in the bar in hopes it will coax some air my way. That was boring, sorry.

Just had my first sip of alcohol in a week. The fancy jalapeño, ginger, tequila was too tempting to pass up. Curiosity killed the cat though and I immediately felt a tremor in the right side of my head. I'm back on the wagon after I am done.

I had a lovely solo type day today. Sometimes I enjoy those more than anything. I walked down Calyer and what was suppose to be a huge neighborhood stoop sale but what was actually just two houses. At the bottom of Greenpoint Ave, I found a new home and antiques store called Le Grenier which had me fawning and jealous. The store had a beautiful backyard with roses and vines and a lush lawn. I didn't speak to the owner but I want to go back and introduce myself. Along Kent, two ladies were having their own stoop sales and at a large, stone brownstone I bought a pair of hand blown glass bottles, good for perhaps alcohol or infused vinegars and olive oils.