this is funnier 'cause i sent it to brady FIRST

(click here)

it's just so funny...

got salt?

my friend brady and i went to one of our favorite hangouts in chelsea a few weeks ago and it dawned on me today that i should share this picture with everyone.

i am not sure it's visible, but the woman at the bar is wearing a t-shirt that says "got salt?"

as in "yo! you got any salt? i have to consume as much tequila as possible...but don't worry, i brought the limes with me."

she came into the bar with about 10 ladies who looked about 60ish. they were having a ladies' night out of sorts and at first i scoffed at the shirt--i mean, come on.

but the more i looked at it the more i laughed. it might not be so entertaining to you and your sophisticated sense of humor, but i was dying! this bar is one of the best for reasons just like this one. ok, and this one. and even this one. it's like central casting for crazy movie characters in a soon-to-be-cast Ed Burns flick.

we have :

• the woman in the corner who drinks wine and sings to herself
  
• the fratty i-banker dorks playing "Golden Tee"
• the firemen on a break
• the random celebs
• kinda cute aisain tourist couple making out
  
• the random SNL castmembers
• old men with weird pirate mustaches (i SWEAR, my camera just died but he was totally sitting next to the guy in the picture)
• the 700 year-old bartender who makes you pay for everything immediately
• the "food" waitress who wears a dorothy costume from the "Wizard of Oz" inexplicably
• the 2 coolest chicks you'll ever meet.

so yeah, basically it's 'da bomb. and yes, i am fully aware i just said "'da bomb" but it is. and i ain't telling yous where it is cause i dont need some super fashionable people coming over and ordering cosmos, cabernets or the like, complaining about how many carbs there are in air and then in turn they're jacking up the prices of my 2$ drafts. you have the rest of manhattan for that. they already offer light beer, and that's enough in my book.

girl interrupted

had me a breakdown of sorts recently upon moving to brooklyn and roy's abode.

it was unexpected, unnerving, and debilitating. i sat on the bed staring out the window unable to chat, be funny or even sleep. i felt like cameron in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" (but not as skinny or male.)
the idea that i no longer had my own place to go to was terrifying and i didn't know how to deal. roy was funny and sweet, helpful and kind, but it didn't work.

he suggested i go see a movie, or take a walk.
no thanks.

he offered dinner out, or a game of backgammon.
uh-uh.

a glass of wine?
nope

a pile of sushi?
usually works, but not today

but why?
i dunno*.

*because in my demented mind no matter how far i walked or how many movies i saw, i would still have to come back to his house. it was like an electric collar. i felt terrible, but it was true.

i am writing this some 3 weeks or so later because i have recovered, somewhat. i now find comfort in the things that frightened me and know i am very lucky.

i also know that the best things in life are often times the scariest.

a trip to the tree house

this is shawna and tate's tree house in woodstock where we spent the weekend.

for those of you who think of this when you think of woodstock :


you're pretty spot on.
ok, so not much different from what you expected:


BUT... it's also stunning, calming, inspiring, funny and ok ....yes, once in a while kinda stinky.



PS
speaking of....this is where we pooped (its a double-seater).

we built a tent platform while we were there, hung out with the hausmans (tate's parents), swam in their pool, ate their deviled eggs and roy built some pretty righteous campfires. we only spent two full days there, but i came back to brooklyn totally exhausted and refreshed at the same time. must have been something in the air up there.

vacuum as porn

call it what you will. scoff at the possibility that a piece of plastic with a motor and hoses could make so many millions of people deliriously happy. even laugh if you haven't tried it , but for the love of pete don't say ANYTING about roy's new vacuum--the dyson, duchess of brooklyn heights.

in all seriousness, james dyson has created a product that people become obsessed with. it's almost the iphone of the domestic world.

I AM SO NOT KIDDING.

since acquiring this little beauty, i have learned 4 times how to reassemble, reattach and respect the intricate parts and feelings of the vacuum. its like learning to reassemble an M-16 in under 10 seconds. if it came down to it and we were in dire circumstances, i could and would be prepared.

there are.

no words.

'da bridge and tunnel club

yes, it's true. i am now officially b+t (bridge and tunnel to those of your not from the tri-state area). the move is over and the unpacking and cleaning, folding, vacuuming and "do you really think we need this" is in full-effect. took a walk in the new hood yesterday with roy (took this pic) and took a deep breath of the fresh brooklyn air. it's actually quite lovely here, civilized and clean...ish.

how bad could a place where "The Cosby Show" took place be?

my point exactly.

now i can stick my tongue out at all those stuck up manhattanites across the BEAUTIFUL brooklyn bridge just outside my bedroom window--even though this is the manhattan bridge, you get the idea.

of course, we'll be buying window treatments this week.

guilty pleasure

(photo courtesy of The Food Network)

i love ina garten. i love her cookbooks, her recipes, her love of food, her attitude and naturally, her affection for butter. i am working from home today, getting ready for my big move to brooklyn heights and in the background i'm listening to ina make tequila lime chicken, guacamole and key lime pie. oh and did i fail to mention she's also making CORN PUDDING?!

*sigh*

along with that saucy, voluptuous culinary empress nigella lawson; ina can butter my graham cracker crust any day.

she's a goddess...