A Brie Grows in Brooklyn

A few things I’m thinking about today.

• I would give at least 3 fingers to own this house in the Catskills
• Before and After Photoshop images are infallibly interesting
• If you Google “Before After Photoshop,” you come up with some truly horrifying photographs
• I am ashamed (and proud!) to admit that last night, I watched the entire 1.5 hour recording of Beyonce’s performance of 4 at the Roseland Ballroom, and here’s my review: I don’t like Beyonce when she talks, but still, I could not tear my eyes away.
• There is a bar in New York City called The Cock, where, according to my gay doppelgänger best friend, “If you whip your dick out, literally someone will come and suck on it.” 
• Unfortunately, I don’t have a dick (officially), so I need to find a guinea pig to go there with me, and see if it’s true. Who’s interested?

Away for the weekend, to the Catskills again, hopefully to give my bikini belly a taste of the mountain air. See you on the flip side of Hurricane Irene…if you survive.

(And if you’re looking for somewhere to swim in New York before the ferocious lady hits on Sunday, check out the Astoria Pool in Queens, which is apparently cleaner than any private pool in the city.)