I took myself out on a date tonight. I put on my cut-off shorts, crocheted, racer-back tank top, sparkly sandals, eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss and took myself for a walk. I visited my favorite witches and warlocks at Enchantments where I ordered a candle to burn for prosperity. I inhaled the incense, was dazzled by the glitter besparked floor, and enjoyed the nuzzling of the black cat that watches over the patrons. Then it was on to Luke’s Lobster to sample what has been voted the best lobster roll in NYC. I’ve been homesick for Maine lately and this charming East Village nook offers fresh Maine lobster rolls for a steal. I left the adorable proprietor a note of appreciation and Maine love, then made my way to the least seedy area of Tompkin’s Square Park I could find. Sprawled on a bench, enjoying all the slices of life sauntering by, I devoured every last lick of lobster with nostalgia for my coastal upbringing. Then I walked myself home, enjoying the half moon over the skyline. I think I’ll ask me out again. It turns out I’m a pretty good time.
Court Artisan: Kate Northrup Moller