Even more pictures — this time from a fantastic bike ride with Lauren, Frank, and Annie. We started in Williamsburg and headed to Astoria, then we returned to Manhattan via Randall’s Island — one of my favorite rides this summer.
Author: Laren
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You Should’ve Been in Pictures
I took about eighty billion pictures this weekend for some reason — here’s the first batch, from the roof garden at the Met. If I were particularly motivated, I would have messed around with them in Photoshop, but I’m not — I’m on vacation! Heading to the beach for a week after a bunch of errands today. More pictures later.
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Long Lost Cousins?
Only because somebody made me do it. I’m not naming names or anything, but TGIF. See, I’m willing to humiliate myself on the damn internets for the amusement of my blog readers. Seriously — someone owes me a cocktail for this one. Photo courtesy of Doug.
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Galoshes!
The weather reports are calling for thunderstorms for the next three days — looks like my red galoshes are going to get put to good use.
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My Idiot College Friends
Recently I spent a good chunk of the day with a friend and his buddies from college. First we went out for a few drinks, then met up with them later along with another slew of his college friends. As I listened to them joke around and watched them interact, at some point I commented that it was fun to see him hanging around with his idiot college friends. He might have been taken aback for a second or two, but he then realized that I meant this with nothing but kindness. As I explained to him — when I hang out with my college friends, I am super-comfortable, and we often act like a bunch of idiots (much like we did in college, or every year at OJ). Regardless of how it came out, it was a compliment — to him, to his friends, and to my idiot college friends. I got to spend the weekend with them, re-living many an a cappella road trip, driving a van up to Natick, Massachusetts for Chris and Courtney’s wedding, which was great fun. Congratulations again to the fantabulous couple! Pictures from the weekend are here.
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Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
The people have spoken and I have swapped photos accordingly (see left). Thanks for all the input! Am off to the wilds of Massachusetts for a wedding this weekend, but am (for some odd reason) taking a detour to Pelham on the way — as long as there’s Four Corners Pizza involved, I’ll be a happy girl. PS — went swimming last night after work and made it for over 20 minutes with no rest. Looks like I might make it through this triathlon after all!
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N’Awlins
Many of you may have heard me joke about why I couldn’t ever live in New Orleans. If you have, you’ll know why this cracked me up so much. If you haven’t, it’s funny regardless.
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It’s A Bird, It’s a Frog, It’s . . .
Every day on my way to work I pass a billboard on the side of a phone booth for the movie version of Underdog. What this means is that the theme song (which I absolutely love) is stuck in my head for at least an hour — or until Hold the Line pops back into it. If you haven’t listened to it in a while, I highly recommend it. And you might want to check out the a cappella version from Scrubs. -
Hold the Line
For the record, this is the sunset from the ferry on the way home. I didn’t get a picture of the stunning pink sunrise I saw Sunday morning. Another great weekend, including an fantabulous Saturday night dinner from Iron Chef Joe and his sous-chef team, a rockin’ jam session on the beach, a four-mile run, and enough belly laughs to last me through the week. I also finally remembered a song that I was trying to think of last weekend — quite a relief. Heading to iTunes to buy it right now. The pictures from the weekend are here.
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Picture This
Someone recently pointed out that he thought my blog picture (above left) doesn’t look like me in person, but that my flickr profile picture looks more like me (for those of you who have been reading for a while, you’ll recognize the flickr picture as my old blog picture). I’m not sure I agree with him — they both look like me to me. I’m kind of gussied up in the one on the left, and the guy who made this observation often hangs out with me when I look like a schlub and am wearing no makeup — at the beach, on bike rides, etc. — I thought this might be the issue. Then again, it might just be the angle. Regardless, the picture above is over a year old, so I’m thinking it’s time for a new one. What do you think of the one here? Let me know in the comments.I’m off to the beach for the weekend, where, among other things on the agenda, Joe is cooking — yay! I’m also going to try to squeeze in two runs and some lap swimming on the bay side of the island. This may be wishful thinking . . .