Me, Kendrick, and Cajun Boy go way back. Seeing him makes me extremely happy.

Man, do I look tired in this picture. Maybe it’s because the jackhammers on Second Avenue start firing up at 7AM every single day to celebrate the departure of the garbage trucks that come by three times between the hours of 4:30 and 6:30AM? Not complaining, though…the Second Avenue subway will be really awesome and bring a lot to the neighborhood five years from now. About 4 1/2 years after we’ve fled the area because the constant noise has driven us insane.

Last night, Kendrick and I met The Cajun Boy himself for a beer at Rudy’s, on 9th Avenue. I LOVE Rudy’s, mostly because they give you free hot dogs (which are pretty mediocre, but beggars, choosers, etc). I used to hang out there way too much, because our old apartment was across the street. My parents live only a couple of blocks away, and Kendrick had just finished giving my mom her weekly piano lesson, so of course I suggested that we head over to a place where I get a big hug from the bouncer every time I show up (his name is James, say hi). 

A couple of my favorite Cajun Boy musings are here and here. 

Dad’s old sweater, Mom’s old tights, Bakers boots, vintage bracelets.

Atmosphere courtesy of Kendrick’s photography skills.

Last year, since the Auryn necklace didn’t arrive in time for Halloween and that’s basically the only way to indicate that one is Atreyu, we abandoned the Neverending Story idea: Kendrick went as Pete Doherty, and I went as a cat, because I’m lazy. Kendrick’s gone as Pete Doherty two years in a row now because, well, he looks like him, kinda. The year before I dressed as Kate Moss in angel wings (because they had just broken up). 

As the sun set over the Hudson Valley, I finally departed Fishkill Farms, perfect pumpkin in hand(s). Check back here in just a few days for my “Domestic Bliss with Jordan Reid” webcast on picking the perfect pumpkin.

BTW, see those awesome cowboy boots I’m wearing (my jeans are too long and are covering them, but you get the idea)? I bought those at a Salvation Army in Colorado during my freshman year of college, and pretty much glued them to my feet for six years straight (I have to treat them more delicately now that they’re getting on in years). There’s a switchblade mark in them from my stint as a bartender at Hogs ‘n’ Heifers (I promise I’ll tell that story one of these days). They’ve fallen completely apart and been rebuilt…I don’t know, four or five times. Some things you just can’t let go of. 

Velvet t-shirt, Mossimo Supply Co. cardigan from Target, True Religion jeans, vintage, Cartier & MOMA necklaces, vintage boots.