Flora Fling's Filings

Trapeze Performance

Neverland was the theme for the trapeze performance last Friday! I was a pirate from Neverland. My two catches were a success!

See more photos here!

The Time has Come

This is the last week of my trapeze class. Its been 10 weeks and this Friday, we have a workshop performance.

Ten weeks ago I was mortified to climb the 23 foot ladder and fall 15 feet into the net. Now that the fear is gone, only the thrill remains!

Recap of this Friday's show coming soon!

 

Natalie Wood

I found a very sexy photo of the glamorous Natalie Wood.

Barista Sex

I had a dream last night that I had sex with my coffee barista. It was good sex. One of those dreams you can't shake off in the morning because it felt like it really happened.

I walked into the coffee shop this morning and the barista said, "Hey Flora, what's up?"

I turned a bit red in the face and had to bite my tongue from saying, "Ummm.....sex with you last night."

That's Right!

That's right! The Obamas bunked presidential tradition and had a Seder at the White House.

Ode to Cindy Adams

Went to a Seder last night, titled by the hosts as “Wino Passover.” More wine than Passover. Gay married couple hosting 20-25 people. Wouldn’t you know, not a single straight, available male. Gay couples, married couples, single female neighbors....and one tow headed little boy to round out the cast. The most tow headed I have seen in my life.

And his name? Augustus….like the Roman leader….the only child at a Seder.  Augustus……only in New York kids, only in New York…

Full Tilt Boogie Part Deux

I swear to God for the past 3-4 weeks I have not left the apartment without looking desirable. No coffee shop appearances unless I’m wearing lipstick and my Bestey Johnson belt.

Today, the one time I headed over to the pool (sans makeup, in ugly sweats), then decided it was too busy and that I would grab a coffee instead and come back in 30.... is the one time I run into Mr. Music Producer. Haven’t seen this guy at the shop in a month. Started thinking he was avoiding the shop. I only had mascara on (in some last ditch effort on my way to the coffee shop I sat on a stoop and put on mascara).  I looked next to my worst ever.

And there he is, with another dog. (The previous one passed away - RIP).  This dog belongs to his “son” which is code for “it’s my ex-wife’s dog.” Though I am not a dog person, somehow the two of us have bonded over dogs. I go outside to pet the dog. And then I babble and babble and babble. I am trying to make up for the sudden shut off that happens when you go from being very intimate to no communication at all. I want us to carry on as friends. As I babble, I think how much I really need to get my chin waxed and that I’m wearing my ugliest sweats and my dirtiest sneakers. Vanity!! What’s the point?!

We part ways on the corner of Bedford Ave and he says “Nice to see you” as if we are long, lost relatives, not two people who had spent dark, hot, passionate nights together.

The universe is trying to tell me something…vanity….what’s the point?

I love me some Banh Mi

The NY Times did an article on Vietnamese sandwiches, aka Banh Mi. I discovered a new shop in my hood and can't wait to try it.

Full Tilt Boogie

My vanity is on full tilt boogie since getting rid of the Music Producer. He's still a SMF (sexy mother fucker) but this girl can only tolerate being stood up twice. First time with an apology, the second time, you're too old of a dog to learn new tricks. If your mama didn't teach you manners, I can't.

I said, "No thanks."

He lives two blocks away and we frequent the same coffee shop. I now refuse go for my morning java without lipstick on. Or much of any place else in the hood. I ran into him once on the L train platform "sans makeup" and learned my lesson quickly. The second time was at the local video store. I looked cute that night, but I was all bundled up in a coat because the weather still sucks!

Surpisingly I haven't seen him at the coffee shop since the parting of ways but we are bound to run into each other at some local hangout soon. Full Tilt Boogie wants me to look my summer best, spaghetti strap top, a hot pair of jeans and heels or maybe shorts and flip flops with sunglasses and sun-kissed shoulders. Full Tilt Boogie wants him to think, just once, "Boy I f*cked THAT one up by letting her go."

Broo skeh teh ria

"Broo sket teria" (phonetic spelling) or Bruschetteria as it is properly spelled. Most Americans mispronounce the popular appetizer. The restaurant, located a few doors down from the always-too-busy 'Inoteca, is on Rivington St. in the Lower East Side.

A great find. Yummy, large size paninis for the price. Nice, simple wine menu. I was in a hurry so I didn't actually try any bruschetta, but I want to go back again and taste the namesake.