Well, looks like there may be a candidate in the running for Sweet Blog o’ Mine Jackass of the Year. Made it all the way until October without one, though, which is a good thing. Stay tuned until December (and amuse yourself by reading last year’s stories), and enjoy these sunset pictures from the beach in the meantime.
Category: Life
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Transition to Fall
So this weekend was the first time I busted out the fuzzy socks and had the urge to wear a scarf (haven’t busted that out yet). Then again, it’s cooler at the beach than it is back in the city. I’m too tired to post the rest of the pictures now, so this sunset will have to hold you over for the time being.
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I’ve Got a Hot Date
It’s 9:40 p.m. and I’ve got a hot date with my couch and some DVR recordings — I’m already in my p.j.’s. After seeing mom on Monday, heading to DC on Tuesday, a pro bono event, a spin class, drinks at the Russia House, dinner at Hank’s Oyster Bar, an 8 a.m. train back to NYC, a full day of work, and a welcome dinner for the new associates, I’m definitely couch-bound.
And what’s better to recover from a busy week than a weekend on Fire Island? Not much. Jimmy and I are going to re-create our dinner from Sunday night and there’s rumors of grilled pizza. I’m looking forward to a few runs and a few naps as well.
On a completely unrelated note, I had to give Derek some ribbing about his criteria for the perfect woman for him. My favorite? "
11. Prefers penises to va-jay-jay." I think I just enjoy his use of the term "va-jay-jay." Certainly one of the more colorful phrases out there, although I can think of plenty. -
Weekend Wrapup
After going to the FoodCandy meetup and meeting some lovely new folks, I made myself a simple dinner before heading off to Stephanie’s birthday soiree Friday night. Due to the acoustics at the bar, however, it was a little hard to catch up with anyone or, more accurately, nobody could hear me. I have one of those voices that simply does not carry in a loud bar. On my way back home, I got a text message from Luke, and we were able to chat (quietly) over a glass of wine. Saturday, I was up early to head to Rhinebeck for Yael and Jonathan’s wedding, which was great fun — congrats again to both of you! The Lovely Miss Katie and I were both in attendance, as were my dad and Joan — I even convinced my dad to dance with me.
Finally, I spent yesterday relaxing before cooking yet another fantabulous meal with Jimmy. This time around we made a pumpkin and sage risotto topped with seared scallops and a sage and truffle butter. To go with we made oven roasted tomatoes with herbed breadcrumbs and parmesan cheese and roasted zucchini and onions. The grand finale was individual molten chocolate cakes with whipped cream (and the very last of my aged Havana Club rum).
I’ve been putting off writing about that meal all day because I’ve been fasting for Yom Kippur, but now I’m off to a breakfast, so I figured I handle it with less than 45 minutes to go until eating!
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Apparently, I Look Like I Know Where I’m Going
Between 7pm and when I went to bed last night, four different people asked me for directions. Very strange.
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Catching Some Z’s
You know the pace of your everyday life is a little hectic when you spend the majority of a weekend in Maine sleeping. Well, to be fair, it was a combination of sleeping, eating, and napping, with a few other things thrown in for good measure. And, of course, once I got home last night, I slept like crap, so now I’m back to my normal, sleep-deprived state. Sigh.
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I Need a Nap
Last night I had the opportunity to dine with two kids, age 2 and 4. Maggie, the two year old, isn’t talking yet, but was extremely expressive and interactive regardless. At one point, she kept me entertaining her with a game involving her passing her mom’s cell phone to me and insisting that I have a conversation on it, and then taking it back and pretending to take my picture with it. Max, the four year old, wouldn’t talk to me at first (I tend to have that effect on men), but after sizing me up, he determined that I was okay to talk to and proceeded to regale me with stories, jokes, and, in an attempt to mimic his Uncle Jimmy, magic tricks involving pretending to put a crayon in his ear and pull it out of his nose (said uncle also convinced him to put crayons in each of his nostrils, much to his mother’s dismay). He also asked me dozens of questions, performed a demonstration of pseudo-martial arts involving two butter knives, insisted that his root beer tasted better when the paper wrapper from the straw was soaking in it, and took a bite of a crayon (hopefully not one of the ones that was formerly in his nostril) and declared that it tasted like wax. During the course of dinner, I’m not really certain that either child ended up eating all that much, but the table looked like a hurricane hit it.
After dinner, I was supposed to help my friend Elisabeth finish up a bottle of wine, but I had to beg off. I was exhausted, in large part from my pint-sized dinner companions. I came to a few conclusions: First, I definitely want kids someday, if at all possible. Second, I definitely am not ready for them anytime soon. I am sure I’ll be a great mom someday, but boy, do I need to rest up first. Not to mention that it might be helpful to have a husband around to help out.
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Twilight of the Season
Is it really possible that summer’s over? Sigh. Despite the torrential rain and violent thunderstorm on Friday night, the weekend turned out to be a gorgeous one. We witnessed a wedding on the beach, Chip made rack of lamb and key lime pie, we laughed our asses off, and I had one hell of a great beach nap. Had to linger until the "death boat" this morning, just to squeeze out every last minute. Enjoy the last batch of pictures.
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Wrapup
Although it’s always hard to ease back into work after a vacation, it’s a little easier when you get to move into a new, bigger office with a window. Even with the dreary weather, it’s still nice to look out Northward over the city.
Despite my best intentions to lay low this week (well, I did stay in and watch Transamerica Wednesday night), I think I went out almost every night: Monday was dinner with Jimmy and his friend (and fellow foodie) Michelle up on his roofdeck, looking out at the Tribute in Light, Tuesday I had dinner with John B., who was craving the testa at Otto (I passed), and last night was dinner with Kirsten and The Lovely Miss Katie, followed by drinks with Roopa. This weekend, I’m off to the beach — my last weekend of the season. Sniffle.
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Twinkletoes
I’m not sure what was going on when I took the day off on Monday. I spent my day recovering from jetlag and doing errands like shopping at the Greenmarket and getting my pedals put back on my bike (which felt light as a feather as compared to the bike I rode last week). While I was out and about, unshowered and in gym shorts, I got two compliments. One: "nice legs!" Given that I’m 5’1", I generally don’t get compliments on my legs — I’d imagine those are more often reserved for those with, well, longer legs — but I’ll take it. The second: "nice toes." Okay. I’ll admit, my toes aren’t bad, but on Monday, I was walking around in my ugly (but incredibly comfy) Rockport sandals — hardly the sexy footwear that might illicit compliments, even from foot fetishists. But, hey — I’ll take that one too.
