#vintage Indian doors

[indiatrendzs]

Yoga of Interiors, Mindful Design

Intricately Hand carved and crafted from exotic woods like teak, rosewood, authentic traditional Indian furniture is rustic and very solid. Beautiful patinas, colors of the deserts and carvings that are reminiscent of old architecture, Indian furniture is in a class by itself. Rich with history of the old world and vedic symbols, armoires and cabinets made with gorgeous woods and beautiful motifs…

[diemydar1ing]

back to the old music store

[vintagehomedecorshop]

Hand Painted Wooden Window Design and Frames - Yellow Verandah

Shop for antique, vintage and unique handmade wooden window for sale at Yellow Verandah, Hyderabad. Find the perfect home wall decor for your home! Check noe: Hand Painted Wooden Windows

[mogulbohochic]

The sideboard, console is the perfect addition to any mudroom. With rustic patinas and aged woods it gives the room a new look. Plus, it's perfect for hiding muddy boots,rags and dirty towels as the back has sliding doors. 

Style up the Mudroom (mogulinterior.com)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Magician Lance Burton's 2006 castle house in Henderson, NV is for sale. (I wonder if his Vegas residency is over.) The 6bd, 7ba, 14,756 sq ft home is for sale for $10m. It's way over the top, too.

I don't know why there are all of these outbuildings down here, but the main house is on top of a hill like a typical villain's castle. It looks like a manmade hill. 10.05 acre property.

Life size horse statue is probably included. The gray house and vast paved area is depressing. I remember this house, so it hasn't sold since I last posted it.

The living room offers a view of the desert, plus doors to the patio.

Above the living room there's a mezzanine. And, there's also a bar.

Narrow hallways lead to other rooms.

It has a very ornate 2 tier library.

Looks like there's another bar in this room.

Gee, this hall looks narrow.

There's an open sitting area above the dining room. This looks awfully tight for serving.

A large 2 story gourmet kitchen.

Lots of counter seating in the kitchen.

Oh, look. There's Lance's magic hat. It has its own little cubby.

Looks like there are halls all around the perimeter of the home.

And, the theater ropes indicate that we are near the home theater.

Nice vintage looking theater. It seats 8.

Very fancy home office. I wonder if that's an Area 51 sign in the next room.

Look at this rocky waterfall.

We've all seen large chess sets before, but these pieces light up.

This looks like a lounge where people can watch the chess game.

This is fun, you can patrol the castle and insult your approaching friends like Monty Python in "The Search for the Holy Grail."

Look at the canons below.

This white part of the house looks like an addition.

Indian maiden and eagle statue pointing at giraffe statues. This is weird.

A fence surrounds the property and this is a guard office at the gate. I can't tell if that's a real person or a mannequin inside the window.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1280-Scooter-St-Henderson-NV-89002/70055558_zpid/?

[tbfamily-if]

Care to tell some facts about the ROs?

Sure! Here are some facts!

Bo Wu

Favorite Memory: One of Bo's favorite memories is the first time he performed a solo at a local bar. The crowd's reaction and the adrenaline rush from being on stage solidified his love for music.

Favorite Food: Bo loves spicy Szechuan cuisine, particularly hot pot. He enjoys the communal aspect of the meal and the intense flavors.

Bullied in School: Bo was occasionally teased for being different, particularly for his dramatic flair and passion for music. However, he used humor and confidence to deflect the negativity, eventually earning respect.

Other Facts:

Bo has a collection of vintage vinyl records.

He is an avid fan of martial arts movies.

Bo often uses music as a way to connect with others and express his emotions.

He hates chocolate cake.

Rakesh Bakshi

Favorite Memory: Rakesh cherishes the memory of the day his twins, Alisha and Asim, were born. Despite the chaos, it was a moment of pure joy and love for him.

Favorite Food: Rakesh loves traditional Indian dishes, especially biryani and butter chicken. Cooking these meals reminds him of family gatherings from his childhood.

Disaster Marriage with Rachel: On their wedding day, everything went wrong, culminating in the wedding cake falling on Rachel's head. Despite the mishaps, it became a cherished, humorous memory over time.

Other Facts:

Rakesh enjoys snowboarding, even though he's not very good at it.

He has a knack for storytelling, often entertaining his kids with exaggerated tales.

Rakesh is very community-oriented and often volunteers for local events.

He was quite disappointed not to have another daughter.

Grace Clarke

Favorite Memory: Grace's favorite memory is winning her first acting award. It was a recognition of her hard work and passion, and it opened many doors for her career.

Favorite Food: Grace enjoys a good British roast dinner, complete with Yorkshire pudding. It reminds her of home and family Sundays.

Movie Incident: Grace was asked to eat a living animal for a movie role but refused and walked away, deciding not to take the role.

Other Facts:

Grace practices yoga daily to stay grounded and focused.

She loves spending time by the sea and often goes surfing to unwind.

Grace has a keen interest in fashion and often designs her own outfits.

She tried to be a singer once but gave up quickly.

Grace was homeschooled and didn't attend traditional school.

Scott/Skye Smith (S)

Favorite Memory: One of S's favorite memories is winning a photography competition in high school. It was a proud moment that validated their passion for photography.

Favorite Food: S loves hearty, protein-rich meals like steak and grilled vegetables, essential for their active lifestyle.

Forgotten in a Restaurant: As a child, S was once forgotten by their family at a restaurant. It was a frightening experience that taught them self-reliance at a young age.

Other Facts:

S has a pet dog that often accompanies them on outdoor adventures.

They are passionate about environmental conservation and often participate in cleanup drives.

S enjoys hiking and has climbed several significant peaks.

They have a dog allergy and own a hypoallergenic dog.

Charlie Andrew

Favorite Memory: Charlie's favorite memory is a solo hike they took in the mountains. It was a time of self-discovery and deep reflection, away from societal expectations.

Favorite Food: Charlie loves traditional Native American dishes, particularly fry bread tacos, as they connect them to their cultural heritage.

Family Celebration: When Charlie came out as non-binary, their family threw a big party. Now, every year on that same day, the family gathers for a celebratory dinner.

Other Facts:

Charlie is an avid reader and has an extensive personal library.

They enjoy sketching landscapes and often draw during their hikes.

Charlie is involved in advocacy for LGBTQ+ rights and frequently speaks at local events.

They often wish to let the kids play instead of study.

[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!!! Welcome back. Sorry it’s been taking about two weeks per chapter, life has been busy. Anyway you know the drill! I proofread but typos happen. There is no posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesday at midnight. Also this is a slower burn, but trust me spice is coming… enjoy!!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 4.6k

PART 4:

Wednesdays have never been your favorite days. They always seemed to drag by the longest. This Wednesday was no exception. You were in a bad mood. Blame it on Wednesday, blame it on work, blame it on the hot weather. But the root of your problem was something different entirely. It was Jake. You hadn’t spoken to him since your kiss. In fact, the next morning you woke up you had lingered around perhaps a little longer than you had planned- but Jake never came out of his room. Josh kept making jokes about how Jake can never handle being crossed and you tried to laugh at them- but in the end you left feeling empty. That feeling hasn’t gone away. Jake hasn’t texted you or tried to speak to you since. You felt so many things. Sad. Angry. Confused. All of it. That has carried on into your week. You tried to just forget about it, chalk it up to stupid drunken behavior, but you couldn’t. It was now nearing the end of your day and you were ready to climb back into bed and watch something distracting on tv. It’s basically all you had done all week; order food and binge watch Netflix. At least this morning you had made yourself shower. You were still in pajamas however. A brown Aerosmith vintage tee riddled with holes and short black pajama shorts was the current outfit. Your hair was down, it had air dried from this morning. You also had on a pair of fluffy slippers. Usually they make you feel a little better, but not today. You groaned as you hit send on your final email of the day. Then you heard a knock at your door. You furrowed your brows together. You hadn’t been expecting anyone. Although you supposed it could be Margo, you had seen her a few days ago but not since. You got up from your chair and shuffled towards the door.

“Hello!” Danny greeted when you opened the door.

There stood Sam and Danny at your doorstep. You quickly flicked your eyes around but there was no sign of Jake nor Josh.

“Hi.” You say back in a puzzled tone.

Danny side steps and starts heading inside and Sam follows behind giving you a smile.

You cock your head to the side, trying to figure out if you had made plans and somehow forgotten them.

“Are you off yet? It’s like almost seven o’clock.” Danny says.

Was it really that late? You felt like maybe you were starting to lose it as you checked your watch and it read “6:48pm.”

“Oh yeah I’ve just been responding to emails.” You say trying not to sound conspicuous. “What are you guys up to?”

“I dunno. Thought we could come by and hang. We haven’t seen you in a few days.” Danny says nonchalantly.

Did Jake tell them? No, no he wouldn’t do that. At least you didn’t think he would. But this still strikes you as odd.

“We can order food. Maybe watch a movie or something.” Sam suggests.

You nod your head. “Yeah, it sounds good. Sorry it’s a mess and I’m a mess. I wasn’t really expecting anyone.”

Sam lightly laughs. “You’re good. You don’t look like a mess.”

“Can we order Indian food? I’m craving curry.” Danny says.

“Actually that sounds great. I think there’s a takeout pamphlet on my fridge.” You say.

“Perfect. I’m going to go check it out.” Danny says heading towards your kitchen.

You nod and watch him take off.

Sam is eyeing you a little awkwardly. “Hey I just wanted to say sorry if last weekend was weird or anything. I know sleeping in my room wasn’t the ideal situation. I just didn’t want you on the couch or anything.”

You make a face at him. “Sam, what are you talking about? It wasn’t weird. I thought it was incredibly nice that you did that for me. So thank you.”

“Oh okay. I just didn’t know because the next morning you seemed a little off and I didn’t want it to be because of me.”

You let out an unintentional sigh. “No, not you at all. I was just tired I guess. Come on, let’s go order some food.”

**

The night turned out to be rather pleasant. You, Sam, and Danny had ordered in food and started watching comedy specials. You all laughed at the dumbest jokes whilst also reminiscing on stories from your childhood.

“Hey Birdie, remember when you and Jake went to homecoming and got kicked out for the flasks?” Danny asked with a laugh.

You flinch a little at his name, but force a smile in its place. “Yes. Jake was a fucking idiot of course we were going to get caught.”

Sam lets out a laugh. “You’re right about that. That homecoming sucked anyway.”

“Didn’t you go with- ugh what’s her name? Oh yeah Emma Greene?” Danny asks.

You threw out your hands. “Oh yeah! I totally remember her. She was cute Sam! Why did it suck?”

Sam takes a minute before replying. “Eh homecoming/prom is never as fun when you don’t get to go with who you actually want to go with.”

You make a face. “Aw Sam! Who broke your heart and crushed your dreams?”

Sam shakes his head and puts on a small smile. “Doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago.”

Danny clears his throat. “So Birdie, have any plans this weekend?”

“Nope. Probably going to grab brunch with Margo or something.”

“So you’re not busy Saturday night?” Sam asks.

“No, why?”

“You really don’t know?” Danny asks.

You make a strange face at him.

“We have a show Birdie! It’s like an hour away at an amphitheater. You have to come.” Danny says excitedly.

“Oh shit I had no idea.” You say, starting to feel a little bad.

Danny waves his hand. “It’s a pop up show announcement we just announced a few days ago. It’s for charity. You haven’t seen us play since our underage dive bar days.”

You ponder for a minute. “Okay I’ll go. Can Margo come?”

Danny replies with a smile. “Can we come to brunch?”

You huff a laugh. “Yes.”

“That works out perfectly actually. We can meet for brunch and then head over to the venue after.” Sam adds.

“Great, I’ll tell Margo. Can we resume our movie now?”

**

Saturday had rolled around faster than you anticipated. Friday night Margo came over and stayed with you. You two had spent all night picking out concert outfits. Honestly, you think she was more excited than you. Now you were getting ready to meet the guys for brunch. You felt nervous? This will be the first time you had seen or spoke to Jake since that night. You had on a pair of ripped up light wash jeans and a white tank top with a chunky black and gold belt. You threw on a pair of black heeled booties and a lot of gold jewelry. Margo had curled your hair and put in enough product so it would last all day. You had done light makeup and brushed out your lash extensions. You felt ready. Margo had packed a huge bag full of more makeup and touch ups for later. You packed both of your outfits for later.

“Hey! Your phone is ringing. It’s Danny.” Margo yells from the other room.

You fastly shuffle to her and grab your phone to answer it.

“Good morning!” Danny beams from the speaker.

“Good morning Danny. What’s up?” You respond.

“Just checking in on you. Are you guys about ready for brunch?”

“Yeah, actually we were just about to leave here.” You say, walking back towards your room to grab your last minute things.

“Perfect!” Danny says. “Because we are outside. You can’t miss us. It’s the big tour bus right in front of your door.”

You furrow your brows together. “What? Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

You peer out of your window and see a giant black bus outside.

“Holy shit. Okay yeah. Give me a minute.” You say wide eyed.

“Take your time.” Danny says before hanging up.

Oh fuck. This was going to be awkward with Jake. At least at brunch you had the distraction of eating. Now you’re about to be in a confined vehicle with him. How would he act? You shook your head and took a deep breath. No time to sit and think- they’re outside.

“Margo! So uh they’re outside to pick us up and they’re here.”

She makes a slightly confused face. “Oh? I thought we were driving. Are we all taking an Uber?”

You huff a laugh. “Something like that.”

You two grab all of your things and start to head out. You might have put on more lip gloss and perfume before going outside, but who was keeping track.

“No fucking way!” Margo exclaimed when she saw the bus.

You slightly shake your head. “Tell me about it.”

The doors open and Josh is awaiting you. “Birdie! Margo! Climb aboard!”

You breathe a laugh. “Hi Josh.”

He hugs both of you and ushers you onto the bus. It’s incredibly nice inside. There are couches straight ahead with a small kitchenette to the side. Then there is a room with beds and a bathroom to the side. Though you can’t see much because the door is cracked.

“What do you think?” Danny asks, throwing his hands out.

You scan the room once more. You hadn’t seen Jake or Sam.

“It’s really nice. You guys are such divas now.” You tease.

Josh snorts a laugh at that. “I wish. This is just for today. Our last tour bus didn’t have running water for about a week. We had to stop at gas stations to brush our teeth.”

You laugh at that and find a seat on one of the couches as the bus starts to pull off. Margo is on the other couch already off in a conversation with Josh. Danny is messing around in the kitchen. You look out the window and watch as you pass the familiarity of your street. Then you feel someone plop down next to you.

“Hey Birdie.” Jake says with a smirk. “You look lovely.”

You turn your head to him and try not to make a face. “Hey Jake.” You say flatly.

He throws his arm over you. “I’m excited you’re coming to the show tonight. I’ll make sure to be on my best behavior on stage. Can’t mess up with such a VIP guest in attendance.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh right.

He grins at you. “I’m going to impress you Birdie.”

“We’ll see about that.” You quip playfully.

Just like that you’re putty in his hands again. Damnit. You had to admit you were a little taken aback by the way Jake was acting after no contact for over a week.

Sam walks over and nods at you. He eyes Jake noticing he’s so close to you. He doesn’t make a face or say anything. The rest of the car ride was filled with comfortable conversation, then you were pulling up to brunch.

“We look so inconspicuous rolling up here like this.” You say, standing up and preparing to exit the large bus.

“C’mon babe. You know we’ve always had a flair for the theatrics.” Jake says, giving you a smile.

Babe.

**

Brunch went well. You had all gotten a variety of different brunch foods and plenty of mimosas. You had decided on strawberry french toast- to which Sam insisted he try. He had gotten an omelet and the guys had given him hell for it with his Pescatarian life. All of this had escalated into a debate about whether or not eggs are vegetarian. You and Sam were very clear that they are; but everyone else seemed to be enjoying teasing you two about it. Now you were all back on the tour bus heading towards the venue. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew it would probably be a smaller venue, which meant it would probably be packed full. Jake was splayed out on the couch with his guitar in hand striking chords and chiming in on the setlist. You sat with Margo and Sam on one of the couches while everyone else was on the opposite one.

“What should we do for an encore or our final song? Has to be something where we can draw out a jam session.” Josh says.

“What’s your favorite song Birdie?” Jake asks you with a smirk.

You pretend to think about it, but you already know. “Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd?” You say with a hint of sarcasm.

Jake lets out a laugh. “Very funny Birdie. But you know I meant by us.”

“Edge of Darkness.”

Jake makes a rather surprised face at you. “Good choice.”

“I didn’t know that one was your favorite.” Sam says.

“Yeah. It might be the nostalgia, but it’s my favorite.”

You said this because of the slides that Jake does with this one. You once saw him use a beer bottle during this song. You’re pretty sure that altered your brain chemistry.

“Hey, it's a good jam song. Write it down.” Danny adds.

“Edge of Darkness it is.” Josh says writing it down. “Hey Margo, did anyone ever tell you what Edge of Darkness us about?”

Everyone groans simultaneously.

Margo makes a confused face. “No, what is it about?”

Josh can’t wipe the smirk off of his face. “It’s about an edge of darkness.”

Margo laughs at that- and truthfully you do too. You hadn’t heard that one in a while.

“Never change Josh.” You say through a smile.

“Oh I already have. We’re divas now, remember?” Josh says, giving you a wink.

**

You had pulled up to the venue shortly after. It was a smaller venue but a lot bigger than you had originally thought. You have seen them play countless dive bars or small auditoriums. But this was larger.

“This way!” The production director says, taking you all back through a series of doors.

You all follow in line as you’re given a mini tour throughout the place. You and Margo decided to hang back in the dressing rooms while they went through stage set up and logistics.

“This is so nice!” Margo says flopping down on the couch.

You lightly giggle. “It is.”

Margo frowns at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just strange seeing them like this. It all feels a little surreal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond happy for them. They have wanted this since we were kids.”

Margo takes your hand and makes you plop down with her. “Don’t worry. I’m sure Jake is way more into you than the groupies. I mean did you see the way he was with you earlier?”

You scoff at her. “That is absolutely not what I mean and let the Jake thing rest. It’s not like that.”

“Mhm whatever you say Birdie. Can we start getting ready now?”

**

“This shit is not budging.” Margo says, setting her face with a ton of spray.

You two had just finished up getting ready. You both looked incredible. You had on a short dark red bodycon dress that mimicked a corset. You wore a pair of sheer black tights and black go-go boots. You had on a pair of red earrings in the shape of hearts that matched your dress. Your hair was curled in rather tight curls that you had brushed a few times. Your makeup was classic, accompanied by lashes and winged liner. Margo had on a long dark blue dress with a high slit. She wore black boots and liner that matched her dress. It was so her style.

“We look fucking hot.” She says, gawking at you both in the full length mirror.

“We do.” You respond with a smile.

Just then the door knob twitches and in walk the boys, already in full stage attire.

“You two are trying to upstage us at our own show huh?” Josh says.

Jake raises an eyebrow and looks directly at you. You just shoot him a small smile.

“Wow you look great. I mean both of you.” Sam says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You all do too. I love the outfits.” You say, gesturing towards their eccentric looks.

“Curtain is in about 30 minutes. Anyone care for a drink?” Danny asks, walking towards the small bar in the corner of the room.

“Please!” Margo says.

“I’ll help.” Jake says walking over with Danny.

You sit down on the couch and Sam finds his seat next to you.

“Are you excited?” Sam asks.

You give him a smile. “Very. Are you?”

“Very.” He responds back.

“Okay whiskey sours for everyone.” Danny announces as he and Jake make their way over to the couches with glasses in hand.

You all take a glass and clink them together.

“Oof this is strong.” You announce as the liquid burns your throat.

Sam gives you a look of amusement.

“Oh come on now. I made it. Take it like a good girl.” Jake says to you with a devilish smirk.

Margo chokes on her drink for a minute while you try not to allow your face to flush.

Danny gives him a weird look. “Okay so the show tonight-“

Then Danny rambles on about timing and much more that you sort of tuned out. While Danny was speaking Margo looked at you and widened her eyes slightly laughing at you. You raised your eyebrows at her, signaling to stop.

“5 minutes until curtain!” The stage hand says busting in through the door.

“Ah shit. Okay let’s do this.” Josh says, slamming down his drink.

The other four follow suit and they all get up to head towards the door.

“See ya out there Birdie.” Jake says, pushing his hair back. You could tell he was electrified by the energy of the impending performance.

“Break a leg.” You say.

Sam gives you a small bow then they’re all out of the door.

“Sooooooo.” Margo starts.

“Not a word.” You say cutting her off.

“Hey ladies. This way, the show’s about to begin.” One of the stagehands says ushering you out.

They take you to a small section in the front that’s barely separated from the rest of the crowd. Wow. It was packed. You saw thousands of people wearing their logo amped and ready to see them. You felt a sense of pride in your chest. Then the lights began to dim and the cheering started.

**

Jake was a guitar god. You had made up your mind on that one. Fuck he looked so hot. Sweating, fingers moving at lightning speed, and his whole body leaning and bouncing with the music. The faces he made caused you to squeeze your knees together just to feel something. There had been a few times where he would look in your direction and smirk or purse his lips. It felt like he was edging you without even touching you. The whole entire performance was electric. Josh hit notes so high you thought glass would break. Danny beat the drums into oblivion. Sam plucked at that base like it was the last thing he’d ever do. And Jake… yeah. You were amazed at how great they were. They had come a long way since the dive bar days. Margo had swayed along with you to the beats, but you felt enthralled after that performance. When the show had ended you and Margo were ushered back through the tunnels to the dressing room.

“Whoo! That one was incredible boys.” Jake said with a smile.

He had just cracked open a bottle of water and started guzzling. There was still sweat shining all over him. But, when you looked around the room you noticed they were all pretty much covered in sweat.

“You guys were amazing. Like seriously, I am blown away!” You say excitedly.

Sam comes over and wraps you in a hug. “Thanks Birdie.”

You cackle and attempt to peel him off of you. “Sweaty!”

He laughs and heads off to grab a bottle of water for himself.

Jake walks up and approaches you, wrapping his right arm around your neck. “You’re too sweet.” Then he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

You try your best to play it off. “Ew! Sweaty again!”

Margo gives you a smirk and you cut your eyes at her.

“Can we please change and go out? I’m awfully bored.” Josh says casually, kicking his feet up on the couch.

“Yes. But no repeats of the last time we went out. I am talking to you Jake and Sam.” Danny says.

Jake lets out a chuckle. “No promises.”

Sam huffs a laugh in response. “Birdie, you’re coming right?”

You lightly whisper to him so no one else can hear. “Only if you’re the one ordering drinks.”

He lets out a laugh. “Deal.”

**

“No Margo, you can’t be serious!” You shout into your phone.

“I’m sorry! But in a way it’s your fault for making me go out after the show. I tried to tough it out today at work and blew chunks before lunch in the bathroom.” Margo says in a sickly voice.

Fuck.

It had been a few days since the night out. All had gone well. Jake was flirty, Sam bought you drinks you had actually liked, and everyone got trashed. So trashed, that when you and Margo had gotten back to your apartment that night you were so convinced that you needed to go to another concert that you had both paid insane resale prices to attend a music festival for this weekend at the beach. It was unlike you to make such rash decisions but that was the alcohol talking. Due to the festival, there were zero hotel rooms available. So you two had rented a tiny one bedroom shack on the beach via AirBNB. You weren’t proud of how much you had paid for that either.

“But you still have like three days to get better!” You pleaded.

Margo sighed. “Listen babe I’m sorry. I really am. But there is no way I’m going to be able to sit in a car for nine hours then party on the beach for the weekend.”

“But it’s The Red Hot Chili Peppers!” You yelled.

“I know and I’m fucking depressed. You still go! Find someone to go with you. I don’t even want to be reimbursed for anything. I just want you to go and have a good time.”

You fake a cry. “It won’t be the same without you.”

Margo huffs a laugh. “I know it won’t. But I need to go. I feel like I’m about to shit myself again.”

“Again?” You ask.

“Fuck off. Love you. Bye.”

Then the phone disconnects. You groan and throw your phone onto the couch before throwing your body in a similar spot. You sat on the couch and sulked for hours. Then you swallowed your pride and texted a friend from college inviting her. You paced around anxiously awaiting a response. Then there was a knock on your door. You raced to the door hoping it was Margo and this was all some sick joke. But alas it was Sam and Danny. This had become somewhat of a regular occurrence. They would show up randomly, unannounced, with food and just hangout for hours.

You huff a little. “Hi.”

Danny makes a face at you. “Who pissed in your cheerios?”

You move out of the way of the door insinuating for them to come in. “No one I’m just-”

Then your phone buzzes. You frantically unlock your phone just to see a polite way of “I already have plans.”

“Fuck!” You groan.

“What is your deal?” Danny continues, shuffling past you and putting paper bags of food on your counter.

You sigh. “Kind of a crazy story. But basically after Sam pumped me full of tequila soda the other night I wasn’t thinking straight and Margo and I bought festival tickets.”

Sam snickers a laugh at that. “Okay, go on.”

“And the festival is this weekend at the beach and Margo is super sick and now I have to find someone to go with and I can’t think of any of my other friends I want to go with so now I’m thinking I’m not going to go and we dropped about a grand total on tickets and a place to stay and yeah.” You say, catching your breath after rapid firing off that information.

Danny looks at you with somewhat wide eyes. “Shit. Uh yeah that is a bummer. Can you get a refund?”

“Nope.” You say, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry sweet cousin. I would volunteer to go with you, but I have a golf session booked this weekend and I’ve had it on the books for a while.” Danny says, feeling bad for you.

You shake your head. “No, no. I wouldn’t expect you to drop your plans and go with me.”

“I’ll go.” Sam says, stepping closer and putting his hands in his pockets.

“Huh?” You say giving him a confused look.

“Yeah. I’ll go. Since you know it’s obviously my fault that you bought the tickets and all.” He says with a smirk.

“No Sam you don’t have to-“ you start.

“Nonsense. I’m not busy this weekend. But if you don’t want me to, that's okay.” He says with a chuckle.

“No! It’s not that at all. If you are down to go then let’s do it.” You say giving him a smile.

“Okay.” He says giving you the same smile. “Now who exactly are we seeing?”

You laugh. “Oh shit I didn’t even get to the best part. Red Hot Chili Peppers. We only bought Saturday tickets just to see them.”

Sam grins. “Oh hell yes. They’re so cool.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “You’ve met them?”

Sam tries to hide his bashfulness. “We did, just once though.”

“Well good it worked out. But I’m starving. Can we eat now?” Danny asks, rummaging through the bags.

You nod your head.

Thank god. Sam had come in incredibly clutch. You felt such a relief. But something had crept into your mind. There was only one bedroom. But that was a problem for another time. Right now you are taking your win. This weekend would be one for the books.

***

-thanks for reading :))

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Once, years ago, Milltown was a fishing village and a lumber town. There was a tribe of Natives just outside the city limits. Years went by and the place changed and grew. It never lost that western waterfront feeling though. Salt water and trees and a college. That’s what I have heard. I wasn’t born until 2010. Lou emerged into the kitchen in her current fave outfit. She looked a little like a scarecrow. Extremely distressed jeans, no hem just shreds. One of dad’s hoodies with some kind of hoohah printed on it about a tractor company, over a plaid man’s shirt and all covered in one of Mom’s weird fleece jackets. Shoes were Keds. OK. She had jammed her curls into a scrunchie hair thing, had on some vintage shades and was ready to go. I don’t scare easily so I was fine with it. I had on my battle dress uniform. Jeans, no holes. A big grey sweatshirt and over that a pea coat, old white trainers. Hair up in a ponytail. I stuffed four of those pink boiled eggs in my pockets. Ready to roll. I locked the back door, pulled the kitchen curtains closed. I glanced around. Home. Hm. Home is where the heart was. My sister and I passed out the front door. I turned and locked the door. I felt like something was changing. I was not sure why. Just shutting the door felt almost final. It was still early in the day, like ten AM. Grey clouds covered the sky. It had been raining during the night. No surprises there. Our lawn was a shaggy mess. No one bothered with lawns anymore. Down the walk. Past the mailbox. We almost never get any mail, but I looked just to make sure. Nothing. Just as we walked out onto the narrow two lane asphalt the sun broke through the clouds, brilliantly, like it does when you are used to the dim light of morning around here. The whole road shone golden. Surely a good sign. Down the golden road we must travel. “Turn your face to the sun.” Two miles is not very far to walk. We passed by our old neighbor’s houses. I recited each name as we came across their places. Erickson’s white house. No one lives there now. Steele’s red house. One old lady is still living there with her dog. She stays home. People bring her supplies. A few more places where we didn’t remember who had lived there. Overgrown lawns. Huge bushes near the houses and unpruned roses surrounded the houses where once people had lived and worked. We passed the Gustafsons two story brick house. The fruit trees had not been tended to for several years. Did I know that it was a gloomy scene? Maybe not really. It was the new normal. Lou piped up, “Jen, there is a dog following us.” Glancing back, I saw that she was correct! There was quite a big dog on the road behind us. He was not familiar to me. He stopped about twenty feet away when we stopped. He appeared to be a German Shepherd mix, mixed with some other really big kind of dog. He had a black muzzle and tan body and one ear up and one ear down. We used to call those Indian dogs because you would see them around the Reservation. The dog sat on the pavement watching me. They sense who is the boss, right? I squatted down on one knee and called to him. “Hey, Buddy, come here…” I noticed that his sides were thin, and his fur looked a bit messy. “Want an egg, Buddy?” I coaxed. I pulled one out of my pocket and started to peel it for him. That got his attention in a big way. He stood and approached 

slowly, tail waving. This was a big dog. He was taller than a regular German Shepherd. The pink eggshell bits lay scattered on the wet asphalt. The bright light of the sun was shining into his 

very aware looking brown eyes. I was not fearful of this big dog at all. He came to me then and took the egg. He didn’t mind the shell that I hadn’t peeled off yet. He put it on the road surface, looked up at me, then carefully ate it. I peeled him another egg then. I guessed that his name was Buddy now. I guessed we had a friend for now. Lou walked over and stood with us and patted his head. I did too. He seemed to like the attention. “OK, Buddy”, I said. “We have to keep going.” Lou smiled then, like I had not seen her smile in quite a long time.

Hi This Is LouJen was strutting along up there like she was on a mission from God. She had these long spidery legs like a boy. Her ponytail was almost swinging in complete circles! That’s how crazy she was. The sun was in my eyes, and I was hungry. She always said I was fat. She treated me like I was retarded. I was not fat, I had a waist and looked more like a woman than she did. Ha. You can’t believe everything she tells you!

Someone had trained Buddy. I wished I knew his real name. I bet it wasn’t Buddy. Hopefully not King or Rex. He stayed right at my left side. Sometimes he would stuff his big black muzzle in my hand, reassuringly. Sometimes he would glance back to make sure that Lou was still back there. He would stop and I would stop, and we would wait for her to catch up. I knew she didn’t like walking very much. She was a tired looking small figure in funny clothes. I loved her so much. Except for Buddy, she was it, all I had. We had to cross a bridge over the river, and it was pretty steep. Our trip into Milltown was because we had to pick up our funny money. The State gives unemployed people a little money. It doesn’t look real. It comes in little books. To use a bill, you tear it out of the book. If there is change due, we get it in old coins. They were still in circulation. There isn’t any record keeping really. We weren’t important enough to keep track of much. They hand these out at the Post Office. Our names were on a list. We could buy a few things to carry home then. The river is cleaner than it used to be. There was no industry left making it dirty. It was about thirty feet down to the water. Looking over, we could see one guy fishing a little upstream. I was not sure that I would want to eat whatever he was catching. I waved; Lou smiled. We didn’t see many young guys. Now the sidewalk began. Power poles and streetlights. Stapled onto one of the power poles was large sheet of red paper with the word “NO” spray painted on it, in white. We looked at each other and laughed. NO, what? Might have had something to do with the news yesterday. Next, we noticed stenciled words on the sidewalks. Somebody had been making a trail of these stencils. They said “Follow Me” in more white spray paint. We started to look for them all the way to the Post Office. On every block, there were two or three of these stenciled messages. Things were starting to get interesting. Who did this? The Post Office was one street over from Main. I went in and gave our names, leaving Lou outside leaning on the window, watching the street, hanging out with Buddy. Walking back out, I carefully put our little books of funny money in the inside pocket of my pea coat. Some Kind of Shopping Lou was tired, I could see that. She was crouched down, resting, and leaning on Buddy who braced, sitting under the load. “Come on you two, we have to go to the so called store”

pBird (aka kabukinoir@tumblr)

More to come.

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Wow, this unusual home in Mendocino, California does not look like it was built in 1960, but that's what the real estate says. 4bds, 3ba, $4.2M.

Look at the chimney and front door. They must've used architectural salvage to build this home.

I don't usually like rustic style, but this is cool. It has a big open concept living area with a vaulted ceiling, hand hewn beams, and a skylight.

The kitchen isn't overly large, just a cute rustic style tucked in a corner. The cabinet doors have burled wood inserts and a hammered copper exhaust hood is over the stove. Love the countertops.

Nice matching pantry closet in the hall.

This bar looks like it was made out of a Hoosier cabinet and it's so pretty.

There's a well-used, working fireplace.

Plus, a wood burning stove with a rustic built-in closet and fire resistant stone walls & floor.

Lovely primary bedroom has 2 fireside chairs in front of the fireplace.

The secondary bedrooms are different- this one has natural light wood walls.

And, this one has a medium stain on the wood.

The 4th one looks like a private guest room with access to the outside.

What interesting doors.

The sink vanity and mirror look handmade. Very nice.

Stairs going up to the upper level. Here're some built in closets.

The 1.04 acre lot includes a large barn workshop.

Looks like they've got a business in here.

The garden is lovely. There's this pretty fountain.

There's such an interesting variety of bushes.

This is nice.

Vintage garden sink and counter for potting.

Some small planters.

The grounds are so beautiful.

There's a little shed in the back.

Isn't this a pretty location?

The home is called Sea Croft.

Because it's so close to the Pacific Ocean.

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Things I’ll miss about NYC

Watching the sunset light up my room every evening.

Talking to my building’s porter Henry who is probably the happiest person I’ve ever met.

Eating a slice from Village Square Pizza at 4am.

Getting on the exact subway car to exit directly at the stairs.

Finding a parking spot directly outside my apartment.

Jaywalking constantly, even across 4 lanes of traffic.

Getting burritos from Tacos Casamigos.

Hearing Jazz music from the venue across the street.

Taking Rohit’s fusion classes at Ripley Grier.

Sitting at the Queens temple when there’s nobody there on a weekday.

Eating dosa at the Queens temple.

Seeing the skyline at night from my window.

Helping people find parking.

Wearing my Sox hat into Tompkins Square Bagels since the employees would chirp me.

Seeing the guy who blasts music out of his Corolla decked out with American flags on Ave A.

Running into people I know on the street.

Grabbing breakfast with Aseem at Ciao Gloria.

Leaving the Brooklyn Mirage at 5am.

Staying up so late that I could hear the birds chirping.

Getting a latte and almond croissant at La Cabra.

Sitting at Brooklyn Bridge Park at night.

Finding a piece I loved at a vintage store.

Going to Garba in Edison.

Waking up to snow on the trees for the first time every winter.

Getting the original at John’s of Bleecker Street.

Stopping at Chamoun’s Way on my drives back to Boston.

Sitting and listening to music in my car.

Conversations with Frank during alternate side parking.

Having people over at my apartment before going out.

Walking to the gym on summer afternoons.

Getting fresh mozzarella at Di Palo’s.

Walking into random parades once a month.

Lying down on the living room rug whenever I needed a place to chill.

Having my family come to visit.

Getting Veniero’s tiramisu cake every year for my birthday.

Going to the Apna Bazar in Jackson Heights to get bulk spices.

Grabbing a samosa at Punjabi Deli on my walk back from work.

Playing FIFA at my apartment.

Talking to the doorman at my old office in SoHo.

Getting my haircut at 12pell with Tim.

Finding random free stuff on the street.

Sitting on the rocks at Brighton Beach.

Driving over the Queensborough Bridge.

Taking dance lessons with Shakti at PMT.

Taking shuffle classes with Elena at 305 Fitness.

Ordering Malai Kofta on Uber Eats from Sahib.

Being the only one at the gym at 10pm.

Looking at the skyline from Sheep’s Meadow.

Getting a car wash at David’s Auto.

Talking politics with the construction guys working next door.

Going to PT with Michelle at Starpro.

Lifting with Andrew at Crunch.

Having friends stay on my air mattress when they were visiting.

Seeing the skyline lit up in Indian colors on Independence Day.

Getting on the subway right before the doors close.

Walking through the empty hallway at Fig 19.

Getting a lychee martini at Decibel.

Listening to terrible DJs at Blind Barber.

Shopping for gold in Jackson Heights.

Working out at the DUMBO Lifetime.

Eating the chocolate chip walnut cookie at Levain.

Going to sunset concerts at Elsewhere rooftop.

Visiting the 9/11 memorial on 9/11.

Driving from the Bruckner Expressway onto the BQE and seeing the skyline.

Driving over the Kosciuszko Bridge and seeing the skyline.

Walking through the outdoor plant store on 10th between 1st and A.

Playing basketball at Murry Bergtraum.

Talking to random people on the subway and then never seeing them again.

Feeling so accomplished by just doing regular errands like grocery shopping.

Eating the achari paneer at Dhamaka.

Walking through Midtown to get to my therapist’s office on Tuesday mornings.

Taking 12pm House classes at Broadway Dance Center on Wednesdays.

Nodding at random people.

Getting mangoes from my mango guy in Jackson Heights in the summers.

Watching the subway acrobats.

Getting passed by grandpas on the Central Park cycling loop.

Cooking in my little kitchen.

Going to Novel Nights book club meetings.

Walking with so much purpose to get around, and seeing everyone else do the same.

Watching F1 at Feile.

People watching on the subway.

Sitting near the fountain at Washington Square Park.

Walking near the West Side Highway.

Watching the Celtics at a bar in the Lower East Side.

Seeing all the nicely dressed people every time I walked outside.

Ranting about Eric Adams and Kathy Hochul to anyone who would listen.

Talking to my long-distance friends on the phone in my living room.

Seeing the Rockefeller Center tree lit up.

Going to wave/hardwave shows.

Giving directions to strangers.

Driving on the Merritt Parkway as the leaves are falling.

Visiting the MoMA.

Seeing the cherry blossoms at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.

Walking around the East Village with morning dew in the springs.

Getting honey and maple syrup from Roxbury Mountain Maple at the greenmarket.

Walking by all the little shops in the East Village on a weekend.

Seeing places I'd seen in movies and TV shows in real life.

Feeling, for a bit at least, like a New Yorker.

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Speakeasies in Vancouver

Bagheera

Nightlife in Vancouver can be great as mentioned in other blogs, we have clubs with all types of music. We have festivals around the city and also nighttime events. However, there's something I feel that is not talked about enough!  And that is speakeasies. I have always had this peculiar interest in knowing about them. When I heard of bagheera and all the attention that was causing, it immediately sparked my curiosity. 

All the things I was hearing about that place were about the nice cocktails, the good vibes and the music. At the beginning I thought: “oh great, another vancouver restaurant”, however, I caught me by surprise when I noticed that all the reviews and videos were talking about a speakeasy. At first I couldn’t believe it, it would be my first opportunity to visit one of these special places here in Vancouver. 

I found lots of videos talking about bagheera and the whole experience. Located in the heart of Chinatown and focused mainly on offering a unique experience with food and drinks based on Indian cuisine. It has the outside appearance of any other shop around there. Even though it has what I would consider a “sketchy” entry, the inside is completely worth it. As you walk in the first thing you see is a betting booth for horse racing. They greet you and ask you if you would like to bet on any of the horses. Here’s the trick to make it inside, you have to place a bet on ‘king Louis’. After a couple minutes your server comes out and takes you inside and seats you. As simple as that, you are in on one of the coolest speakeasies Vancouver has to offer. From fancy cocktails to delicious appetizers. Bagheera is definitely the place to go if you want to experience something new.    

The stockroom

This second speakeasy is located I would say in a better part of town, specifically talking about Yaletown. With a different vibe than the other one, but still remarkable enough to create a big fuss around town. This speakeasy has a different type of vibe, hiding behind a burger shop is the famous Stockroom. Honoring its name, the entrance of this place looks as if you were going to the backroom of the burger shop. They have a partnership with Hundy burgers, which means that the cover up it’s completely functional.

 You can start the night and have fun having a really nice and good burger. This one in particular doesn't have a password in particular. It's more of a walk-in type of speakeasy. However, if you don’t  know what goes behind those doors then you might get fooled and think it's a regular burger shop. It happened to me before, where I walked many times around this place and thought it's just a regular burger place. The vibe inside the stockroom is a bit different, the music is cool and the best part is the different amount of cocktails they have, with a variety of prices ranging between 8 to 20 dollars per beverage. 

To access this fun speakeasy you just need to go through the right side of the burger bar, there is a hallway that remarks the entrance of a back room, however if you push through that door you will find the amazing Stockroom. I would definitely say that this speakeasy is fun and a good combination between a place to eat with a good place to have some drinks afterwards, definitely a must.

Arcana spirit lounge

This speakeasy is what I would consider out of this world. It is located in one of the most interesting streets to shop for all sorts of cool and vintage stuff. I am talking about Gastown. You can clearly see from the cover up that it is going to be a different experience. I believe that the exact words I would use to describe this speakeasy are spooky and fun. Hiding behind the doors and a sign outside that displays ‘Pet Psychic’, anyone would think it is a modern yet funny place where you can get a personal reading of the tarot cards accompanied by pets. 

However, this can not be far from what it really hides. A mysterious vibe is what I would say to describe Arcana. It is definitely for the spooky lovers. It has lots of references for horror movies and the cocktails they serve are inspired by that. They also serve food. I would say that people who enjoy spooky and all the witchcraft vibes would love this place. I would consider Arcana a must visit on special days like Halloween. 

They also serve food which is a point in their favor. I also believe the prices to be very high compared to the other two speakeasies it ranges between 17-25 in beverages and 20 and up for sliders and main courses, however, I feel that you are paying for the experience more than the food or drinks itself, without taking any recognition of their quality and presentation, which is something to consider remarkable and unforgettable. If you want to get spooked and have a great time then Arcana is the place for you.