Quotables

Suze "perhaps a quickie?"
Sil: "Hey! I want one!"
Suze: "You want a quickie?"
Sil: "Oh no, I thought you said cookie"

Cougar 1: "i'll have a veggie burger please"
Waitress: "we don't have veggie burgers"
Cougar 1: "Ok, then i'll have a cheeseburger with bacon and a large fry"
Cougar 2: "don't get fries they go straight to your a$$ - lets share a large wings"
Cougar 1: "I don't want wings"
Cougar 2: "its ok, I'll just get them for myself"

tramps like us, baby we were born to walk

I'm sure you've all been wondering, and i can assure you - I'm still walking.

apparently we've made it to a beach somewhere - I know this because when I log in each morning all of a sudden I feel like I'm in a typhoon, or at least a really good white noise machine.

We get seagulls and crashing waves - but the audio guy took it a little seriously and sometimes it startles me to hear tidal waves crashing at my feet. at 9am. on the 5th floor of my office on Lexington Avenue. in New York City.

But we just keep walking - we've actually walked more steps then we have credit for - I'll be the first to admit I followed blindly, they sent me the pack, with all the cool gear (socks!) and i put my pedometer on and I trusted it would be correct. that it would measure each and every last step I took to ensure my apartment steps were counted (I best be getting credit for 4 flights each day). They provided reason to trust - on the website you can actually see the evolution of the pedometer, literally they show the last 6 years of pedometers and explain that these have all gone through rigorous testing and this years pedometer was the best you could buy (or receive free in your pack o fun).

they lied.

I received an odd sketchy package from China, slightly wary of opening it, I had our receptionist do it - low and behold, new pedometers and a little note saying oops! not all the pedometers worked correctly, so now you get more! and these work! we swear!

well my steps doubled the first day, so obviously i had a defective one - so our team is back in the running - walking on the beach currently - which is fun, except for the tidal wave heading my way.

Its the weekend

Bit of a blogging break lately - SIl has been traveling, and my life just hasn't been all that interesting I guess.

went to the beach last weekend as usual - only this wasn't so usual.

my roommates birthday

early wake up

bacon and eggs (weekend trend)

drive to the beach

practice my photoshooting using different settings

(pictures to follow)

overcast, but hot

too cold to swim

toasted almond ice cream

brought me back to being 8 (even spilled most of it on my bathing suit)

corn husking

BBQ meats

aloe (not for me though, i smelled like coppertone)

rum punch

a thunderstorm

mojitos

dancing

sleeps.

Another great weekend - I'm getting pretty lucky here.

This weekend (and almost every other weekend) i will spend here:



my own little bit o heaven.

then off to paintball round 2 - although no more gun photos as per momma suze.

happy weekend!

Ecto Cooler?

Last night I had organized a pick up football game in the park, if you've been following along on our blog, you know Sil and I play touch football in a charity social league in NYC. Our team took the summer season off, and I have been missing getting outside to run around like a 5 year old after 6 too many bowls of Fruity Pebbles (not that i know what that feels like - when i was younger my mom thought my ridiculous energy was caused by too much sugar...little did she know).

So I organized a low key pick up game in the park - last night was our inaugural game and 8 1/2 players came (the 1/2 was wearing flip flops and only stayed for a few minutes). We had fun! Everyone quarterbacked, caught a few balls, ran around, rolled down hills and successfully navigated a large slope on the field, as well as Gucci loafers marking 1 end zone.

Then on to Brother Jimmys for a bucket of wings and many, many bud light pitchers. Plus a fish bowl, compliments of our lovely waitress. Those of you who have never tried a fish bowl just haven't lived - its a fish bowl (duh) filled to the brim with an greenish liquid that looks like a cross between that stuff that drips out of cars in the summer and Ecto Cooler. (double points for anyone who remembers that awesome tuff - another casualty in our house hold full of low sugar products). I think they make the Fish Bowl by taking every bottle of liquor that usually resides on the bottom shelf, the dustier the better, and pour them into the bowl, throw in some ice and a shot of Southern Comfort (its a bbq place, everything has SoCo in it) and a plastic crocodile (alligator?) oh and 4,030,4085 pink and green straws (shout out Lilly lovers everywhere) and you got yourself a little something I like to call 'if you drink this with less then 7 people expect the worst hangover of your entire life tomorrow - you will be puking up amaretto for the next 6 months, but damn does it taste so good when it hits your lips"

our game will be bi-monthly for the summer - and as long as we remember the bug spray it should be a pretty good time.

Hot town, summer in the city*

"summer is the time when one sheds ones tensions with ones clothes"
- Ada Louise Huxtable

Is it just me, or does summer (especially in Manhattan) open up this magical cloud of awesome? It's like fairy dust over the city - everyone is outdoors, and walking, and happy.

Last night as i walked home from my late night (8:30, but I'm old so that is late on a school night) errand, i ran into a neighbor I like and his pup and a friend of mine i hardly ever see. For both the interactions were brief, but as i walked through the door of my apartment, and geared up for those 4 (i swear its only 4) flights of stairs, i said out loud "god i love New York"

And today at lunch, as I walked back to the office with a coworker (I am not going to say what i had for lunch as EBJ will have a heart attack - Mr. Macaroni and Cheese for a snack, Pot meet Kettle) we noticed a man, with a peacock feather hooting at cars as he waited for the light to turn and the little white man to pop up. Chris and I just laughed, and he said out loud "i love New York")

Also, has anyone read the Vanity Fair Summer Guide yet? Below are a few of my 'must do this summer' ideas - and now, blog readers (all 4 of you) in an effort to get some type of comments and also, because I would like to remain on top in the 'most creative date idea comer-upper' what are your 'must do this summer' plans?

A sneak peak of mine:
- The Astoria Beer Garden - I love Greece, I Love beer, I love gardens, I even like Queens - yet somehow I haven't gotten there yet.
- Walk over the Brooklyn Bridge - it still amazes me that I haven't done this - but i will - Summer of 2008 will be a summer of firsts.
- I want to see the big balloon dog at the Met (Jeff Koons exhibit)
- Drink outdoors as much as physically possible.

now you...

*I always thought the lyrics to that song were "hot CHILD, summer in the city" I was wrong oops.

89,145 steps or Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes

Well i have taken 89,145 steps in 13 days- that is 35 miles, or 28 cans of soda.

I'm still at my desk, although the website tells me i am actually in Agua Viva, Venezuela. I can actually send you a postcard from there. Which is still confusing to me - as I am here.

I have walked up the stairs of the Montauk Lighthouse, up the stairs of the 78th street 6 station, down York avenue, across a football field (or 2). I walked (ok ran, ok crawled) across a paintball course, and skipped (still counts) around a pool.

Some of my steps came from dancing, some from jumping, a few from running, but i would say mostly the dancing.

We'll see where i go in the next 13 days.

Now, a bit about paintball.

I'll be honest. i had zero interest in this trip. i almost got out of it actually, but EBJ, being EBJ, likes to include everyone and changed the details of the trip. All of a sudden i WAS available. yay.

So i packed up some old long sleeve shirts, and a heavy sweatshirt for protection and headed up to Millbrook, NY. Of course, EBJ, again being EBJ, had a fabulous costume surprise for me. So i was lucky enough to get to spend the weekend in Carhartt overall and more pieces of camo then i thought could be possible.

and the weekend went a little something like this:

Long drive

Mexican

Blood orange mojitos - a little bit of heaven

so many beers

a Brittney named Lulu

a fire on the porch (the good kind, not the fireman have to come kind)

amazing sleep

bacon & eggs

biscuits

mean looks from the locals (we're from NY, we're loud, and impatient)

lots of beer at the grocery store

"i'm going to shoot people"

a mini militia

death camp

attacking the bunkers

this all sounds scarier then it was

hiding in the brush - shooting 12 year olds

shot in the face, but it didn't break, so i was safe



eva-kazee

a million games, a few beers

best shower of my life

watched a rain storm come in over the trees - found out later there was even hail

venison steaks and corn on the bbq

mini keg stands

lots of beer in my nose

mini keg toss

never have i ever

9 9 busta rhyme...we couldn't make it past 2

"i like my corona with lime" was my best

more company

more beers



more laughs

more sleeps (this time on the porch, on EBJ's shoulder)

i swear, i'm just resting my eyes

more bacon

more eggs

more mean looks

oh and more biscuits (they were gooooood)

a drive back

missing paintball

i liked making advances on the bunker

and the hiss the gun makes when you shoot it

and squashing the paintballs under my feet

and running around in the woods

and wearing Carhartts and camo

and shooting 12 year olds

Went to Rent

lucky #19

remembered how its changed my life

got to see it change teenagers from Ohio

Sil was changed too

walk through Central Park

i should do that more




so much i've neer seen

watched 2 softball games

layed in the grass

ate ribs

content sleep.

another supa fantastic weekend