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February brings with it a particularly joyful Valentine’s Day this year (so odd, super odd). The day was butternut squash soup with consulting, cheap beer in tall cans on the train home from Westchester with Molly, my favorite tacos in the whole wide Brooklyn world with Ehren, bad movie thrills in Union Square, and bumping into Mike on the subway platform and riding the L-train together. I blow kisses to the universe for this supreme luck in giving me so many people to hug in one big city day.

The day of hearts also delivered my interview with George Romero in NY Mag’s Vulture blog.

It makes sense: Romero is an incomparable film love of mine.

And there are new loves: my ponytail, sparkling seltzer water, my green down comforter, the Prospect Heights Salvation Army.

I feel like the return of the list may be upon me, but I’m not quite ready for that yet.

In the interim, here’s something I feel like celebrating super loud and super now:

Obama received the highest percentage of votes in all of NYC for the primary election right here in my very own Clinton Hill neighborhood.

Go, Clinton Hill!

New York City received no measurable snowfall in January, the first time that’s happened in 75 years.
I missed snow.
I grew out my hair.
I became a brunette.
I increased my client work by about a million percent.
I turned 33.
I continued to advance my New York living skills. I mastered the skill of catching a train while holding an umbrella and eating a slice of pizza.
I (finally) started volunteering, and started in Clinton Hill.
I gave up ice broomball: too cold, too late, too much not like skating or kickball.
I really enjoyed Bruce Springsteen’s latest album.
I really fell on my face during a screening of Teeth.
I really watched a football game willingly and happily.
I really got fed up with NY NOW for claiming that Senator Kennedy’s endorsement of Obama is a betrayal of women.
I really started to think that NOW has become irrelevant, and started to wonder what feminist engine will replace it.
I got even more excited about the 2008 Presidential election.
I got a NY driver’s license and registered to vote (no going back now, no way).
I became a more aggressive writer.
I snuggled a lot with Audrey the Wondercat.
I had some really bad times, grey days mixed with regrets.
I got over them.
I created the greatest workout playlist in the world.
I dreamed a lot about people I love.
I finally embraced my freelance life and spent two days working in my pajamas.
Then I had to get dressed and commute to Westchester.

Last night I was waiting for the bus at Grand Army Plaza and there was a woman standing next to me with two very little kids. The night was super clear and we could see airplanes periodically ascending from JFK airport in the sky. The woman’s son was goofing around, dancing on the ground and singing, until he caught sight of one of the planes. His eyes got huge and he screamed out “A-M-BU-LANCE!!!!!” and then covered his face with his hands. It cracked me up and all I could think was, “Kid, I completely know how you feel.”