crush it! vook launch

Last night at the Bell House in Brooklyn, Gary's vook launched. After a serious past two weeks of non-stop travel across the country for his Crush It! Book Tour, Gary was back at it and in the best of spirits. The guy is never off. I need to be on what he's on (read: passion induced high). Here's what went down:

And no big deal, but he was also a world record breaker last night. Most number of cheers in 60 seconds. Go Gary!

gary vaynerchuk vook launch party

Gary and my Aunt Kari at Sonoma, CA Book Signing

Nope, that's not a typo. Tonight at The Bell House in Brooklyn, Gary Vaynerchuk and friends will launch his new vook (lets you watch 18 brand new, exclusive videos of Gary sharing insights that will help you succeed in the digital world) Crush It! Why Now is the Time to Cash in on Your Passion from 9:00pm-1:00am. If anything, you can come to watch me be publicly humiliated by the possibility of my video book review clip being shown. Or, of course to throw Gary just one more high five on his epic, life changing work.

Plus sip on champagne and the opportunity to meet and mingle with a lot of other cool peeps.

What better way to spend a dreary Tuesday? I guarantee. Ya got nothin' on this.

Tickets are FREE and you can get them here.

And if you haven't picked up the book yet (my goodness, shame on you), you're just a click away.

The Bell House

149 7th St.

Brooklyn, NY, 11215

bedford cheese shop

A quick ride over on the L Train and we found ourselves in Williamsburg this past Saturday. With no agenda or prior research done, we roamed aimlessly throughout the area, stopping wherever we pleased. Note to self, though: next time, go with a plan. However, we did happen upon the Bedford Cheese Shop. An adorable and delightfully pungent little shop with a vast selection of cheeses, cured meats, and imported goodies. I picked up nearly everything in the store and inspected it carefully. All impeccable. All intriguing. All a little out of my price range. Then we came across a tiny sign reading "Australian Feta." "Australian Feta?" my travel buddie asked. I had no answer. No insight. Never knew it existed. And when one of the women working there saw the curious looks on our faces, she offered us a try.

There are hardly any words, really. Never will I ever be able to look at that dry, crumbly stuff again because Australian Feta? Trumps all other variations of Feta that this world has got to offer. Devastatingly creamy and not the least bit harshly tangy, the cheese sits in a bowl of silky olive oil and a few sprigs of thyme. You feel transported when it starts to melt on your tongue. Where? I don't know. But smeared onto some crispy baguette, a bottle of red and good company, you're done. Absolutely done for.

Bedford Cheese Shop

141 N 4th St., Brooklyn