Literary foreign rights
How about we… walk under all 128 pieces of the Maurizio Cattelan retrospective dangling from the ceiling at the Guggenheim?
How about we… try the crack pie and compost cookies at Milk Bar.
How about we… try some combination of the 200 whiskys + 12 beers on tap + half dozen grilled cheese sandwiches at Noorman's Kil.
An awesome place I've visited:
The Cliffs of Moher.
My perfect Sunday:
It's cliche, but I can't help but love sleeping in, a leisurely brunch, and a walk through the park or a movie.
The movie I've watched the most times:
It's a constant rotation, but lately I've been drawn repeatedly to "How to Train your Dragon" for its refreshing simplicity and whimsy. Plus I'm jealous of Hiccup's ability to draw.
My first concert / My dream concert:
The Beach Boys, where, as a seven year old, I was disappointed that when they broke out into "Kokomo," the Muppets didn't appear on stage.
What I would bring to show and tell:
My skydiving dvd, which we recently watched at a department meeting. We broke out Levain cookies to better help us compare how badly I was shaking before I jumped to what an utter convert I was after.
I secretly want to be:
Katniss Everdeen. But considering that my survival skills would make a girl scout troop leader despair, I'm really hitching my wagon to a star here.
I want to be with someone who wants to be:
A kid at heart.
An infatuation of mine:
Trader Joe's fruit gummies. Dangerously addictive.
One thing my mother would want you to know about me:
Coordination is not my forte. Which makes it highly entertaining when I attempt deceptively simple activities like not walk into walls.