Sweet Blog O'Mine

Category: Life

  • My Idiot College Friends

    Courtneyandchris

    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.

  • Hold the Line

    Sunset

    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.

  • For Real Fourth

    Bridgelighthouse

    Given the somewhat gloomy weather, I managed to have a very good Fourth of July.  Started out with brunch and a bike ride with Lauren and Frank — we started at my place and biked up to the GWB (as you can see here), and managed to stay relatively dry in the process.  After a pit stop to have my requisite hot dog of the day, I went home to scrub off the bike grease (I had gotten a flat early on in the ride). 

    I was lucky enough to have been invited to a rooftop party to view the fireworks, although given the rain, we did most of our viewing from inside.  The view was pretty damn good anyway, considering.  We played a little bit of pool to round out the evening (our team won — all my doing, of course) — all in all, a solid way to celebrate the birth of our nation.  A big shout-out to everyone I met yesterday (particularly Jim, Luke and Michelle — still waiting for some good bribery stories).  A few more pictures are here.

  • Faux Fourth

    P1000639

    Although it wasn’t really the fourth, it was still a blast, and I still got to sing the Star Spangled Banner (and there was still pig . . . and beans, and yucca, and some killer hot sauce).  Pictures from the weekend are here.

  • A Wonderful, Magical Animal

    Off to the beach for the 3rd annual pig roast (here are photos from the past two years).  Speaking of pig, I loved reading about this chef who got a new pig tattoo, partially inspired by a Simpsons episode.  Don’t worry — I’m not planning on getting another one anytime soon.

  • Non-Beach Beach Weekend

    Pepsi

    Given that I wasn’t at the beach I spent a hell of a lot of time outside.  After Jenn’s barbecue I spent some quality time on Jimmy’s gorgeous and tranquil rooftop (I’m going to plant myself there one day and refuse to leave — it’s that comfortable).  Today I met up with Frank and Lauren for a cycling adventure from Williamsburg to Water Taxi Beach, where we lounged away the rest of the afternoon and evening.  We finished off with a seafood-fest at the Waterfront Crab House, where Tara met us for some down-n-dirty crustacean action.  Pictures are here.

  • Recovery

    Calamari

    I slept for 11 hours last night so I think I might have recovered from everything I’ve put myself through during the following week.  Looking forward to a relatively mellow weekend – last night was some excellent mezerides in Astoria at Aliada, suggested by Roberto.  We dragged along Lauren, Jimmy & Matt B. to help us with the massive quantities of food, and thoroughly enjoyed everything — some of my favorites were the grilled halloumi cheese and the kopanisti — a red pepper and feta dip.  Today, I slept through the Joe running club (even through I now have a t-shirt), but am off to a make-up session with my trainer, and hope to fit in a swim and a bike sometime before the weekend is over.  Later I’ll be headed to a barbecue at Jenn D.’s house and will play the rest by ear.  That might be about all I can handle.

  • Extra Tasty

    A few weeks ago I bought three new dresses.  Now, I’m not one of those women who’s into clothes and fashion in any significant way — all I know is that the dresses that are in the stores right now have a shape that is particuarly flattering for me, so I stocked up.  I was wearing one of my new purchases yesterday, a black sleeveless shirtdress-y type dress, with hoop earrings and a pair of rather cute peep-toe wedge heels.  I walked out of the office, wearing my sunglasses, and headed off to fetch some lunch.  I remember thinking to myself, "now this is how you want to look when you run into an ex-boyfriend," (not like this).  And lo and behold, I did.  Love it.

    I also visited my love (well, one of my loves, I suppose) last night.  Although my sister, brother and I had a lovely dinner overall, I was disappointed with the beef cheek ravioli this time around.  Perhaps it was because it wasn’t plated as a second pasta course (after the goose liver ravioli), but served at the same time, just not plated out.   This meant that it had to just sit there while we ate the other pasta, so it had dried out somewhat.  The wine we had was fantastic, but, like a moron, forgot to write it down and couldn’t find it on the wine list online.  I remember that it sounded like Sforzato, and was a blend that included nebbiolo grapes that had been treated like amarone for that extra concentrated flavor and a bit of sweetness.  Oh well — will have to go back.

  • Ode to a Friend

    The pictures from this weekend are brought to you courtesy of John B. — you know you’ve got a friend for life when, seeing the despair in your eyes when you can’t find your camera (a blogger and her camera have a special sort of bond), offers to dig through a bag of garbage for you because you thought there was a possibility you dropped it in there while you were emptying the trash, just to give you peace of mind.  It wasn’t there, of course — you had wrapped it in the sheets you had just stripped off your bed like an asshole and had wound up in the laundry pile.  Sigh. 

    The rest of the weekend was much less panic inducing, although I think it might have taken at least a month off of my life.  For those of you who attempted to have a conversation with me on Sunday, you’ll be happy to know that my brain is now (almost) back to full capacity, and I am now able to complete coherent sentences.  And now, back to reality.

  • Beach Day



    Just waiting for the ferry on my way to the mainland.  See you back on the big island!