Looking for questions to the answers

Another day out wandering the streets of Brooklyn, another day with a short entry. Today we mostly hung out in our neighbourhood - Park Slope. Morning brunch was found at la boulangerie lopez where I got overly ambitious and ordered gauc and a sandwich, only managing to finish half of each. We then made the trek over to a nail salon to get manis, pedis and eyebrow threading. En route, we crossed an overpass that provided a relatively unobstructed view of the water and Manhattan with the statue of liberty blending into the skyline; it was a great view and I wish I'd taken the time to take a photo. I think, in part, I found it such a great moment as it was the first time I'd actually seen the statue in person. All the other times I've seen the statue it was in films or photographs where it was a central focus. In this first real life encounter there she was just kind of hanging out with some other buildings around her; no biggie. In any case, along the way to the salon we learned where the slope in park slope comes from and we arrived a half hour late. Now, I'll admit I'm a bit of a baby and am just getting used to doing anything to my eyebrows, but I knew I was in trouble when the woman about to 'thread' my eyebrows looked at them and declared them to be 'so natural' (this, I gathered to be polite salon speak for messy and/or long) adding this is going to hurt more; 'yay!' I thought.

3 hours in the salon later we wandered over to meet our friend to eat yet again. This time for more 'ethical' burgers at Bareburger. This was followed by a bit of collective shoe shopping as well as searching for bunny ears to wear tomorrow to New York's event for 'pillow fight day' - a worldwide event. While my friend and I inquired in one toy store a woman gave us a tip that she'd seen some at a pharmacy down the street and this is where I acquired my first part of bunny ears on a headband. I'm hoping to fashion some manner of bunny tail ala Bridget Jones, but we'll see I have a lot of plans for tomorrow. In any case, to progress what's turning into a travel diary along the eight ball questioning of the day, today it came at a vintage shop on Atlantic avenue where my friends were busy buying everything. I was debating a gold ring with a huge imitation emerald. I was debating its purchase assuming that like so many other vintage or antique stores we'd come across it was going to a pretty penny. As I hemmed and hawed I realized I needed to ask the eight ball, which instructed me in turn to purchase the ring. As I approached the saleswoman to find out how much this new ring was going to set me back she said something quite magical in a sweet-not-quite-placeable-by-me-new-england-accent: ten dollars.

A few cocktails and hours later, my friend and I headed to a psychic for my very first tarot card reading. I am still processing what I think about what took place, but it was certainly interesting. I made note of all of the predictive elements to come back to them once time had passed. I did find, however, during the reading as she asked me for questions that I simultaneously had so many questions and none at all, making for awkward half questions. It was an odd feeling of unease as I sat hearing someone's answers and not quite coming up with questions for them. As I think about it now this song comes to mind:

Pillow fight day in NYC 2011