Fun
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One of These Days . . .
I might write about something interesting again, like the scrumptious meal I had Saturday night at Stone Park Cafe with my dad, my brother, my sister and her boyfriend, Tom. Or the Montecastelli wine tasting event at Hearth I went to on my day off yesterday. Or I might even take some more pictures and
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No Turning Back
Come see me at the next WYSIWYG Talent Show — despite all those years singing a cappella, going to band camp and getting my diva on at karoke bars, I won’t be singing, but because I won’t be singing, I’m actually quite nervous and would love to see some friendly faces in the house. I’ll
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Self Portrait
Self portrait Live from the Austin Hilton via cameraphone. Full report when I return.
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Real Friends
True friends are people who humor you by stopping by your favorite karaoke dive bar on a Monday night just because you’re in the neighborhood and who, on top of that, insist that they buy you a drink because you’re too busy belting out 9 to 5 and Hit Me With Your Best Shot. And
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Elvis Alert!
Okay, internet. I know I’m asking a lot of you. In addition to sending good karma my way for the hunt, I’m asking another favor. If you can only handle one, however, the aforementioned good karma is MUCH more important than what I’m about to ask. I have an extra ticket to see Elvis Costello
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Decadence and Gluttony
Yep. That about sums up the weekend. It began slowly. I stopped at Whole Foods on the way home from work on Friday night and whipped up a Thai red curry with shrimp and veggies. Then, things ramped up a bit. The next morning, as I was washing dishes, my phone rang — Augie, on
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Yes, I Went to the Gym a Few Times (in between all the eating and whatnot)
So the East Village Idiot Dive Bar Crawl was a rousing success. We stuck to John’s schedule with near-military precision, and ended the run with a visit to Katz’s Deli, where I hadn’t been in ages. You can see the photos here. There are definitely a few spots I’d like to go back to and
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God, I’m Hip
Between John’s share house and dating through Dodgeball, my life is all over this week’s New York Magazine. Well, indirectly at least. Congrats to John and Dennis for the coverage! And if you’re looking for pictures from Romy’s birthday party, they’re right here.
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Monday, Monday*
Recovering from a weekend in DC — I went down for the annual Pro Bono Institute conference. I had a great time schmoozing and boozing with my fellow pro bono cronies. Thanks to Carrie, Ian, and Genevieve (the peanut on the left) for hosting cocktails in their room, and thanks to Rochelle for going to