I’ve been keeping an eye on the BBG’s Cherrywatch map. The ever-botanical parents gave me a membership after we visited it together during one of their trips to NYC, and I haven’t been back this season. I’m waiting to pounce the moment things start blooming on that Cherry Esplanade, though.

My usual bar’s attendance hasn’t dwindled really that much since the smoking ban took effect, although I have noticed the inevitable cluster of smokers outside in temporary exile. I suspect it won’t be all that big a deal during the spring while the weather is peachy, but will people continue to suffer for their smokes when it gets disgusting and humid and then later really really cold? I suppose places like this are to be expected, and maybe pretty cool in a speakeasy sort of way, but while I enjoy the occasional clove I can’t see myself going to a smoking-specific venue - it’s always just been an incidental thing I do at clubs and bars and at home. I’ve officially finished off that carton I bought, like, last August, and I haven’t yet replaced it - could this be the end of my non-addiction?

I don’t really have anything to say about the sexiest album covers of all time except “Good lord, what a lot of boobies” and “I am afraid of Rod Stewart.”