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  • 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.

  • Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

    The people have spoken and I have swapped photos accordingly (see left).  Thanks for all the input!  Am off to the wilds of Massachusetts for a wedding this weekend, but am (for some odd reason) taking a detour to Pelham on the way — as long as there’s Four Corners Pizza involved, I’ll be a happy girl.  PS — went swimming last night after work and made it for over 20 minutes with no rest.  Looks like I might make it through this triathlon after all! 

  • N’Awlins

    Many of you may have heard me joke about why I couldn’t ever live in New Orleans.  If you have, you’ll know why this cracked me up so much.  If you haven’t, it’s funny regardless.

  • It’s A Bird, It’s a Frog, It’s . . .

    Underdog
    Every day on my way to work I pass a billboard on the side of a phone booth for the movie version of Underdog.  What this means is that the theme song (which I absolutely love) is stuck in my head for at least an hour — or until Hold the Line pops back into it.  If you haven’t listened to it in a while, I highly recommend it.  And you might want to check out the a cappella version from Scrubs.

  • 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.

  • Picture This

    Cinco
    Someone recently pointed out that he thought my blog picture (above left) doesn’t look like me in person, but that my flickr profile picture looks more like me (for those of you who have been reading for a while, you’ll recognize the flickr picture as my old blog picture).  I’m not sure I agree with him — they both look like me to me.  I’m kind of gussied up in the one on the left, and the guy who made this observation often hangs out with me when I look like a schlub and am wearing no makeup — at the beach, on bike rides, etc. — I thought this might be the issue.  Then again, it might just be the angle.  Regardless, the picture above is over a year old, so I’m thinking it’s time for a new one.  What do you think of the one here?  Let me know in the comments.

    I’m off to the beach for the weekend, where, among other things on the agenda, Joe is cooking — yay!  I’m also going to try to squeeze in two runs and some lap swimming on the bay side of the island.  This may be wishful thinking . . .

  • 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.

  • What’s in Your Fridge?

    Fridge

    It was fun to peek in this week’s Time Out NY and see my friend Rachel standing next to her fridge, illustrating what the refrigerator of "single, professional women who live on their own" looks like.  Between that and the similar food blogger meme, I figured I’d throw mine into the mix.  Hard to see everything, but I figured I’d point out some of the highlights (and here’s an annotated version on flickr):

    • an entire jamon de bayonne that I won at this year’s Duckathlon
    • at least three varieties of Wheelhouse pickles
    • requisite bottle of rose for unexpected summer guests
    • kefir, Pom juice, flaxseeds in grinder — for smoothies
    • condiments galore — sriracha, 3 other kinds of hot sauce, green and red Thai curry paste, a squeeze tube of tomato paste, hoisin, pepperoncini spread, green olive and pistachio tapenade, and some of the more standard, like dijon mustard, soy, and ketchup
    • another bottle of wine tucked in the door (the spare)