Who Gives A Shit: What's Your AC Jam?

Got any? Central? Window? What kind?

As allergic to math as I am, I used this little formula which seems to be pretty standard, to figure out what size unit we need in our bedroom: square footage of room (L x W) x 35 = BTU's.

This thing says we need a 6300 BTU unit in our bedroom. Guess what we have now?

FIVE FUCKING THOUSAND.

Look, this shit came with our apt, so I didn't ask questions, but in two years, it's never *quite* cooled the room off, and now I know why. We have an 11,500 BTU unit in the living room and that one seems pretty OK.

But clearly we need to get a new AC in the bedroom.

What's up with you bitches? You cool as a cucumber from the Food Coop?

p.s. Also, I cleaned the filters recently, and that was a revelation...shit has been working much better since.

WHO GIVES A SHIT: Where Do You Get Your Hair Cut?

So, I cheat on my normal hairstylist for a simple trim and what do I come away with?  Bangs that make me look like I'm flirting with some sort of horrible Bettie Page time warp.  And no, I can't recover any charm in the situation now that I've been told, "Yeah, you've definitely looked better."

I'm not going to name the stylist or shit on his/her reputation because I'm fairly certain we just had a (massively epic appearance-aleringly bad) miscommunication, but needless to say I'm looking to move on.  And not just to another person at that salon--this was the second stylist I'd tried at this particular Slope establishment, of which I adore the atmosphere, staff, prices, and general upscale-ness, so naturally, I'm disappointed.  But clearly, we're just not on the same (Bettie) page.

So, I pass the torch to you, ladies: Where do you go in the 'hood to get your hair cut?  I have my ninja-levels-of-awesome-fancy-stylist at a salon embarrassingly far from Brooklyn (read: literally in another state), but I need to find a new place where I can go to make sure I avoid the wet dog look on a monthly basis when my bangs take over my face.

Suggestion box open.

Who Gives A Shit: Latest Park Slope Discoveries?

Ok, so its getting hot, and its been raining a lot, and I've generally been in a pissy mood lately. As much as I love my tried and true faves in the nabe, I'm kinda getting sick of going to the same places, and eating the same things, and shopping in the same stores for the same crap. So give me some scoop:

Any new (or new to you) shit that you've discovered recently in the nabe? A new place? A new dish at your fave place? A new shop? A new sock vendor on 7th Ave? Spill it.

Here's mine: I had the fresh squeezed OJ at La Bagel Delight for the first time a couple of months ago, and I haven't been the same since. Here's the thing: I could give a rat's ass about oranges or OJ. I never, ever, ever order it while I'm out (unless I feel like a mimosa), I don't buy it at the supermarket and I hate when that shit shows up in my dessert. But ZOMGZ...the fresh squeezed OJ at La Bagel is a motherfucking revelation. It's like $5 for a not so gigantic cup of it, but I swear to gawd its totally worth it.

Ok, now you.

Who Gives A Shit: Memorial Day Weekend?

Ok, so what's everybody doing? The beach? The mountains?

Anyone else stuck here like me?

Fuck all you Memorial Day vacation takers right in your fucking face.

WHO GIVES A SHIT: PEEP-O-RAMA?!

I had a special request from FIPS BALLER-with-a-vengeance JakeTaylor to make the blog especially un-kid friendly today.  His specific requests involved booze and sex and boobs, and while I'm no good in the booze department, sex and boobs are something I can definitely handle.

So, with that in mind, I'm sorta curious: What's the most voyeuristic thing you've seen from your window in the Slope?

I've never actually witnessed anything egregious (though what I've heard through my own apartment walls is another story entirely), but tend to forget that my curtains are sort of sheer.  Neighbors, if you're reading this, I really, really apologize, by the way.  Anyway, even though we kinda know that no one's doin' it in the Slope, serve up your sexy stories on this lovely Friday.