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I did more than laze this weekend. On Friday I saw Holy Moley, formerly Bearclaw perform at a place in Brooklyn that served up a mean pickletini. The sweet melodies and audible lyrics, the strummy, plucky gee-tars and, most especially, the beautiful vocals made them my new favorite band. Or maybe that was the pickletini.

Last night, I went to Brooklyn Heights to eat Italian food at my favorite Italian restaurant since Rafaella's closed, and then we watched Big Night and got drunk on decaf espresso and sambuca.

Today I met the goils for brunch (= many bloody marys) at Bone Lick Park and we saw El Orfanato, which featured Charlie Chaplin's daughter speaking fluent Spanish, and scary children with sack-heads. Neat.

I wish I had a pickletini.

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