like everyone else in this slushy mushy gross city, los and i are sick. to. death. of. this. snowy slushy nasty substance we fondly refer to as a "wintry mix".
anyways, we're here learning the choreography to michael jackson's "thriller" because los has to teach her hip hop club class at the winter hill school this afternoon and needs something for the kiddos to do. i am her guinea pig. i am not the most mj-inclined dancer, we've discovered.
in other news: the cold war kids' hospital beds is song of the moment for me. they're coming to town on april 2nd; seriously considering getting tickets because i'm obsessed with them, but alas it's los' birthday! they're playing terminal 5 in new york the following night, so maybe i'll just suck it up and head down to my former stompin' ground to see the show and hang out with some favorites. here's an acoustic version of hospital beds for your listening pleasure. so hauntingly gorgeous. so perfect on a day like today.
so did anyone wake up with a splitting gin and dance party induced headache this morning? because i know that jessie and i did. to quote jessietron, blergh.
also, i give you baby on a roomba.
love, hil.
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