Entries from March 2008 ↓

Tomorrow we head down to Florida to meet up with my parents, drop off the pup for pup-sitting and take care of a few last details. And then we’re off to Mexico.

We’ll be back in a couple of weeks with lots of wedding porn and gruesome stories.

Close your eyes and listen. Give it a chance - it’ll change your world. Ok, maybe not. But it’s damn good.

This may have a similar effect on your well-being…

Thom and I are going on a little mini-vacation to Portland in July. We’ve been dreaming about moving to Portland for a while now. At least in our fantasies it would be a calmer, greener, mid-century modern life.

But I’ve always wondered what exactly I would do there. I imagine there’s not a wealth of high-powered advertising executive positions there. Which is actually kind of the point. Thanks to the New York Times all my questions have been answered.

Nothing’s going to stop us now.

a little st. patty’s day love

I’m having a totally crap day but this really livened it up. Especially this one. Or maybe this one.

UPDATE: this one is Karen’s Mom.

via Karen.

Some of my clients sent us the mandoline from our registry! We immediately set to making homemade baked potato chips to go with our veggie sloppy joes and squash.

A couple Fridays ago I was so euphoric to be leaving work with relatively warm weather (what was it? 47 degrees?) that I walked 30-something blocks downtown to meet Thom for dinner. It was wonderful and I encountered the new fountain installation in Rockefeller Center.

And then we had some lovely Indian food.

Some of us took quick naps, others played a little rockband to be alive enough for dinner…

Brothers Armstrong

…and Tung.

But still a little dead from the long day. Ok, maybe more than a little. Thom looks like he’s about to kill someone. Kinda tough, no?

Dinner was at Beast and very yummy.

While the girls were getting painted and stuffing our faces the boys were having their own kind of fun.

Of course some of the boys were hurting a bit from the festivities the night before. First the boys watched some soccer and then headed off to the Brooklyn Brewery.

Tony deep in thought.

Still deep in thought. And is Tung sleeping there?

Dirk bleary-eyed and bewildered.

Mike - who looks more awake than others - but it’s an illusion.

See now, I’m not sure if Matt is sleepy here or trying to look sexy. Maybe he’s just preparing to give me a chin-kiss, which is a regular occurrence.

And with lots of beer comes cards.

Oh and more beer.

Proof that Thom’s so friggin’ married.

Nope. Not cheating on me. Not cheating on me at all. I guess it’s better than the alternative.

Omar’s intense.
Very intense.

Brothers. Not Donnelly but it’ll do.

After much beer (and pizza) was had they headed over to The Gutter for bowling.

And finally they dragged themselves over to barcade for a few games.
Sorry to disappoint, folks, but things were pretty tame all around. That is - unless I missed all those sordid stripper pictures.

All pics thanks to Omar.

she’s so friggin’ amazing it hurts.