Beyonce and Shakira have done a song together.
The song kind of sucks, and the video kind of sucks even worse, but I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Beyonce. Shakira. Together in one song. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. And, yeah, the “pearly gates” might actually be made of rusty iron, but hey, I’m still in heaven.
I saw the video in the gym this morning, and then walked out of the gym to discover that my favorite espresso place has opened up a store across the street. Previously they were only all the way on Avenue C, which is a 15-minute hike from my apartment in the opposite direction of anywhere I ever go. But now I have a reward for getting my ass to the gym before class. And this is a major motivator. I was pretty close to tears watching them make my cappuccino this morning. They only have one size — and it’s not Starbucks-huge! They don’t offer any flavoring! They have a beautiful stainless steel Italian-made machine! The barista only used the middle of the shot, and removed the cup before the end! The foam was superior!
Beyonce. Shakira. Cappuccino.
The only thing that could possibly ruin my day would be Lauren shutting down Feministe to punish me for writing about Beyonce again.