You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart

The Rocking Horse Cafe in Chelsea officially makes the best frozen margaritas of all time. They always get me exactly the perfect amount of drunk -- drunk enough to have a bold conversation with my ex-semi-boyfriend on the phone (during which I cut him off with the immortal words: "Look, I've got to go, we're following sailors"), but not drunk enough to sway my coordination and make me drop my Magnolia cupcakes while we street-performed a few numbers from Les Miserables.

Our espionage brought us to Penn Station, where I serendipitously spotted Jay from Project Runway! (Thanks to Netflix, I'm making my way through the first season.) We had lost the sailors by that point, but fortunately there were more -- there must be a ship in port.

Meanwhile, I spent the day (a) scamming my optometrist out of another free pair of contact lenses (hallelujah, I'm back in business); (b) buying jeans at the Gap (a long process wracked by indecisiveness, as I was afraid that my friends with the expensive designer jeans would scorn my Gap curvy flares); and (c) visiting the Queens Museum of Art. Which was awesome! They have this gigantic panorama of New York City. When I heard "gigantic," I thought "big, but on a table of some sort." It's actually in a room about three times the size of my apartment, and it's extremely cool. Plus I enjoyed all the photographs and artwork by Queens artists.

Also I discovered I still had $10 left on my summer MetroCard. Bonus! Now here's hoping Hannah's father's wife can get me a job.