Fun
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Dating Yourself
Friends often tell tell me I date a lot, which I think is weird and not entirely accurate. I suppose it depends on your definition of the word "date." I was at a barbecue this weekend (hosted by Stephen to celebrate Joanna’s birthday) and was comparing my dating history this past year with a friend’s.
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L’Chaim*
Although it had been planned since the beginning of the summer, if not longer, there was something somewhat bittersweet about having a shrimp boil out at the beach this weekend. It made me very sad in some ways, as I thought about the loss of the rich culinary culture of the New Orleans but so
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A Full Belly
Well if I don’t have the energy to write a Gothamist column tonight, the least I can do is write something over here. I’m feeling a little sluggish after the ribs and pulled pork at Blues, BBQ and Fireworks (lunch) and macaroni and cheese (dinner), but at least I went to the gym beforehand. Thanks
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Because I Am Tired and Lazy
I am not going to go bother with the details about my weekend. As usual, it’s really all about the food roundup, so I might as well get right down to it, starting with the amazing lunch on Friday at Aureole to send off the lovely summer associates who kept me out so late the
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Beauty is in the Eye . . .
Am I the only one out there that thinks Katz’s Deli is actually quite beautiful? Particualarly when the neon glows subtly as the sun begins to set. . . Am moving in slow-mo today from a very late night at karaoke with work folks. When you’re trying to impress people at the new job, how
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Summer Bounty
I strongly encourage all of you to go to a burlesque show if you haven’t done so already, whether you’re on a date or not. Not only were we treated to tunes from the New Orleans Jazz Vipers, but we got to see some fabulous ladies parading their goods with a healthy dose of flair,
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You Can Do Better Than That
C’mon, people. I get absolutely NO suggestions for inappropriate dates? I expected more from the likes of the folks who read this. Especially the ones from the D.O.J. Bring it. Gearing up for a non-beach weekend, and I’ve already got some fun events planned, including a dinner party Saturday night with the girls followed by
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I’m the Worst Date. Really.
I do believe I’m truly the worst, or at least the most inappropriate date ever. For a while, I was absolutely convinced that the best first date meal would be ribs. Look, if you can’t find someone attractive when he’s gnawing on a bone with sauce on his chin and stuff stuck in his teeth,
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Even More Geekiness
Thanks to all for your suggestions and input. I’ll let you know how it goes (and I may actually wait a month or so to do this), but one thing’s for sure: I will NOT buy a Mac. I’m just a PC gal, and that’s the way it goes. In other total dork news, I
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Not Bad for a Self-Portrait, Huh?
Taken on the rooftop of Daisy May’s BBQ, where Adam Perry Lang showed me and Jen his garden. Not only was he gracious enough to take the time to show us around, but he gave us each a beautiful aromatic bouquet of herbs and lavender to take home and throw in the tub. A reader