Flying Nun Peep took a recent sunny day as an opportunity to catch some rays and commune with the beyond. Her friend Peter Pan/Angel Jesus happily obliged.
June Carter Peep naturally likes country music. She also likes camping out on musicians' heads. Isn't guitar boy cute? He doesn't have two faces like the other two. Peep! Peep! Peep!
to serve as Kim's (of Matt and Kim) sun bonnet for the day at McCarren Park pool. Peep rocked out all day but what will Mother Peepior think? Climb every rock stage. Ford every pool of vomit. Follow every Broken Social Scene tour. Til Peep finds her spleen.
Ikea doesn't know what it's in for. Peep took a waddle down to Red Hook to check out its new store. What she found was a new perch and meatballs!!!! The only trouble is: it's difficult to relax at the dock behind the store because it's difficult to tune out the traffic cop in the garage, commanding folks to go left and right. It's downright stressful. Still, Peep loved the kiddies' meatballs for $1.99. Mmmmm. Meatballs!
On Friday night, Peep attended the opera at Prospect Park in hopes of spotting Alex McCord and Simon Van Whatever Kampden from the Real Housewives of NYC. Remember? The pretentious social climbers who moved to Brooklyn but forgot to purchase a brownstone? (For the love of christ, if you want status in Brooklyn, buy a damned brownstone!)
Peep, alas, was crestfallen not to have run into them. However, the opportunity to perch upon the middle finger of world-class soprano Angela Gheorghiu mid-aria proved more priceless than owning a Mastercard and immediately lifted her mood. Later, she joined the mere mortals in the audience.
V.P. of Propaganda Management for Nation of Peeps. There's probably something a little off about a photog with no camera, a banjoist with an air banjo or a communicator with a phone on strike but that's my life right now. Get over it.