Sometimes there is absolutely nothing better than slipping into a freshly-made bed with soft sheets that still are a tad warm from the dryer. Last night was definitely one of those times.
Category: Life
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Rain, Rain . . .
Looks like it’s going to be a perfect day for my shiny red galoshes, which I should have taken to the beach this past weekend.
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A Few of My Favorite Things
– A weekend at the beach, even if it’s rainy, filled with good company, paella, sangria, games, and laughter.
– Coming home to a Fresh Direct delivery.
– Dinner at Babbo, especially with good friends.
– The octopus with chilis at Peasant wine bar. Don’t forget to sop up all the juices with their crusty bread.
– Hearing the joy in a voice mail from friends announcing the arrival of their newly adopted daughter (congrats, Eric & Bill!). -
Planet of the Exes
My friend Eliza and I were daydreaming yesterday. We were dreaming of a place to which all ex-boyfriends would disappear for about six months after a breakup. "Another city," I suggested. "Another planet — planet of the Ex-Boyfriends!" she countered. What an excellent idea. They would all be banished to the Planet of the Ex-Boyfriends so that there would be no chance of running into them. They’d still have to work (remotely — the wonders of technology), but there would be no women there (so we need not worry that they’re dating someone else so soon after the breakup), and there would be plenty of time during which they would be required to sit and reflect upon the error of their ways. After they served their time, they would be permitted to return — to find us looking fabulous and happily dating someone else.
We girls can dream, can’t we?
* Just a note if you happen to be an ex of mine and reading this — please don’t take this personally. It’s more of a hypothetical; not directed to anyone in particular. You know that I always manage to stay friends with all of you regardless . . .
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Ack!
It is such a bad feeling to wake up and notice that you forgot to set your alarm clock and that it’s over an hour later than you normally wake up. The initial panic subsides a little when you realize that a) it’s only an hour and ten minutes later than the normal time for which the alarm is set, and b) due to your nasty snooze button addiction, you usually don’t get out of bed until about 45 minutes after the thing normally goes off anyway. After a sigh of relief, you shuffle off to the shower (and even have time to write a short blog post!).
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The Weekend in Pictures
From top to bottom: 1) The Lovely Miss Katie and her sister Jenny at he birthday dinner at ‘inoteca; 2) a dragonfly at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden; 3) we convinced Jeff to stay in town so that we wouldn’t have to drive upstate (thanks, Jeff!); 4) after drinking wine in Jenn & Carolyn’s backyard for a while, we decided to french braid each other’s hair; and 5) Jimmy and I grilled a delicious dinner up on his gorgeous and tranquil roof deck. There were a few things that didn’t make it onto the camera, including a visit with Mom & Stephen, a nap or two, a pit stop at Winnie’s for karaoke, our picnic in Prospect Park, dinner at Cubana Cafe, and drinks at Brooklyn Social.
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Just Catchin’ Up
First of all, in case anyone was wondering what was up with yesterday’s post, Vox is a new blogging system that’s in previews right now. I’ve been playing around with it — let me know if you’d like an invitation. Not sure I like the way it displays here on TypePad when you cross-post, though.
The other morning, when I went running, Lance Armstrong (or at least his voice) congratulated me on "my longest workout yet": a 4.8 mile run according to my Nike+iPod. I don’t think it was quite that long — I think I need to calibrate the thing with a jog around Washington Square Park, which is roughly a half-mile. Was going to do that this morning but couldn’t get out of bed. Perhaps this was due to the pig pickin’ I went to last night — we went to Daisy May’s BBQ for the half-pig to wish Rob well before his six-week-long trek.
Thanks to all for the Waikiki food recommendations — keep ’em coming!
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Now Where Have I Heard This Before?
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Back on the Chain Gang
Just a quickie post before heading off to Delaware for the weekend. Saw the Pretenders last night with Rob Y. at Roseland Ballroom. All I’m sayin’ is that I hope I can rock that hard when I am Chrissie Hynde’s age. I have one more week of craziness and then I’m of to Hawaii — who can tell me where to eat in Waikiki?