Life
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At Least Someone Has It Figured Out
. . . because I sure as hell don’t. Courtesy of Hugh at Gaping Void.
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The Non-Beachy Beach Weekend
True, the only time I got to put on my new bathing suit was when I got into the hot tub, and I didn’t see the sun all weekend, but I had a wonderfully relaxing weekend at the beach. My dinner turned out great (damn, I love that grilled pineapple salsa!), I got to shake
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You Know You’re Old When
You spend a decent chunk of a phone conversation with a friend talking about your daily fiber intake and its . . . well . . . impacts. I will admit, though, in addition to keeping up the fitness routine (since mid-December in case anyone’s keeping track — you should see my biceps these days!),
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A Little Erotica, A Little Porn
I finally managed to make it to Rachel’s In the Flesh reading series after several months of scheduling conflicts. Although I certainly enjoyed the readings/performances, my favorite part of the evening was seeing so many people whom I hadn’t seen in way too long (okay, there are probably more links, but I was getting lazy
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Weekend Wrapup
The few moments last weekend I didn’t spend either at the movies (Poseidon at the IMAX), chowing down on swine (Pigfest), or on the couch recovering (from Hallie’s wedding), I was apparently mugging for the camera with Doug. Lovely, aren’t we? Pictures of the Pigfest and a few from the wedding where my tongue isn’t
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Happy Mothers’ Day
for all the moms out there. Taken at Brooklyn Bridge Park on Saturday.
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I Turned Around And . . .
I listen to NPR in the morning. All week they’ve had their pledge drive (which has creepily crept into my dreams), and they are offering a New Yorker subscription as a thank you gift for a $120 pledge. Since I do, in fact, read the New Yorker, I thought to myself, wow, what a convenient
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A Pool of Dread
I’ve noticed a theme lately. Most of my female friends are in their 30’s, like me. I’ve noticed that, more and more, when they date someone for a while (good, bad, or other), and then it ends, the thing they are often the most upset about is not the guy himself, but the thought of
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Fame
A recent conversation made it to Overheard in New York. Ah, good times. Between brunch, mint juleps, margaritas, falafel from Taim, a bike ride up to the Cloisters, frisbee for the first time since 1992, a trip to Morimoto for the great noodle challenge, a few great bottles of wine, Sicilian chocolate, some tasty cheese
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Ahh . . . Sleep
After a lovely dinner last night with Bill, Katie, and John B. at al di la (the asparagus salad and the lamb special were my two personal favorites of the evening) and drinks at the Ear Inn afterwards, I slept a little late this morning, which I feel like I haven’t done in a while.