life cafe. love life.

if i wasn’t working today (day job calls – get in the shower, team gloria!) i would take a freshly purchased pen (or the one i’m using which i, um, liberated from le caprice) and sit outside the life cafe in the east village and write at least a thousands words of a novel.

the life cafe┬áis one of those magical places where artists, and those that are somewhat co-dependently meshed with artists and paying their rent, hang out. in fact, it’s where RENT was written – yes, a cafe “as seen in the movies”.

in my dreams – that’s how i’d spend today. how about you?