BYE BYE, E.

She's leaving. Balloons on the roof tomorrow for the farewell! Getternice&sauced, yeah?

New Kids on the Block.

This saturday durga's street had a block party with all the trappings one would think you'd have. Beers were poured into pink cups, while barbeque wafted down the street, double dutch was played and moon bounces were hopped on, puppies ran around and the whole block was out.

Friends & Dinner. Dinner & Friends.

In the past two weeks i've been lucky enough to go to three dinner parties. Each distinct and each charming in its own way. One in PA, one in NJ, one in NY. Backyards, boathouses, canals, and park views. Curries, cous cous, roast chickens, corn on the cob, salads, coconut cakes, ice cream, pastries and wine all around.

Remember When?

This brings back memories of living in Paris. Most of the time French people look devastatingly composed and beautiful, but sometimes they just look downright silly.

On Going Home Maybe

Back to basics.

Summer Eats.

In the summer, food and drink are good, but the company is better.

Papa Was A Rolling Stone

Waiting for the Pops at Penn.

Going for a walk in my hood.

He remembers his PBR days. And other similar things that make his entire face wink.

We eat breakfast at midnight. And order on the rocks at noon.

These days with my Pops, every day feels like playing hooky.

A bevie, please?

In the summer, we drink green.

Inevitably It Would Happen...

A block away from work this morning i realized that it was probably a good idea to grab some milk because i'd discovered yesterday that we were running low (and this isn't acceptable in an office where all we drink is coffee with milk). So, i stopped at the corner bodega and purchased milk, but then also decided that maybe some kashi cereal was a good idea too, and then in a moment of weakness raspberry pop-tarts caught my eye, and i don't know if you know, but pop-tarts are something that i can't resist. I bet you're bored by now reading all of these seemingly trivial details of what i bought this morning. But wait! 

I walked into the office and put the pop-tarts and kashi on the counter, the milk in the fridge. A second later i get a text from D asking if i need anything from gourmet garage and i send a response saying to surprise me. Five minutes later in she walks and all i hear is an 'oh. my. god'. I walk into the kitchen as she unpacks what she's gotten at the grocery. Kashi. Pop-tarts (the 'surprise'). Milk. 

We both bought three items this morning. Those three items were exactly the same. I guess it was bound to happen.

Dear Annie,

My dad sends me an email that I read out loud at the office, (in reference to a recent Annie Lebowitz's financial woes piece in the Times,): "If she can't make it in New York, how do you expect to?"

He's funny/not funny, like that.

Sometimes I just wanna show the world, other times, I wanna concede and order Chinese and call it a night with Meg Ryan.

Just Because.

A Barbeque To Kick Off August.