In Travel . . .
10.29.2008
And speaking of pure, this is about the point in the evening when we were picked up by a wedding-white stretch Hummer, tremendous in its indecency. Inside, multi-colored laser lights danced on the ceiling and in our hair as we sipped OJ and Peach Vodka from plastic champagne flutes while reclining on those magnificent dark seats.
09.15.2008
Friday was a 26-hour day that began in the dark hours of morning at Newark Airport and ended at a North Beach strip club. The devil built Columbus and Broadway out of discarded bottles of original sin, brother. And he called it good. Believe.
08.14.2008
One of my favorite things to dwell upon is travel, especially of the air variety. But this time, I've got a new source for my Fret: Honey.
04.09.2008
Despite a talkative rooster, or maybe because of him, our trip to San Pancho was quite great. And a wonderful reprieve from a New Jersey that's still having temperatures in the 30s and 40s.
03.04.2008
And, on the other side, Harleys rumbling in the parking lot. Tattoos on display. Double D moms with "Don't Be Jealous" t-shirts. Suburban grey-beard banker bikers, bandana'd and leather-vested and flaunting their mid-life crises a month or two early.
04.06.2007
Let's say the Duke just spent a few nights in a Mexican prison. Now you get the picture.
08.10.2006
OK. I hate to do this, but let me just take a moment to be a shining example of the kind of spoiled American attitude that makes terrorists cringe . . .
07.19.2006
Unlike my last post, this one is will be short and sweet.
07.05.2006
07.03.2006
And when it really comes down to it, isn't that what America is all about? Hot dogs, apple pie, and Rocky IV?
In Family . . .
05.13.2008
Clearly, being in this state of bare-chestedness was one of those things only boys could do, along with the awesome faculty to pee while standing up. Damn we were lucky.
04.28.2008
And I keep thinking that maybe one day I'll peel back that one final layer and I'll be able to see clearly and say with some authority that this, this is Clarence ... but the bottom line is I will never know this man. I will die and he will remain a mystery to me.
03.04.2008
And, on the other side, Harleys rumbling in the parking lot. Tattoos on display. Double D moms with "Don't Be Jealous" t-shirts. Suburban grey-beard banker bikers, bandana'd and leather-vested and flaunting their mid-life crises a month or two early.
02.26.2008
This past Christmas, during a group outing to the mall to put Christmas money to good use, C's mom wound up buying "The Story So Far", a 2-CD "Best Of" compilation of Rod Stewart hits. My outward reaction to this purchase was cool, non-committal enthusiasm. Inwardly, however, my reaction was ...
08.20.2007
Dallas last week is now a whirl of memories, all good.
12.27.2006
I'm back home. In DC. We flew in last night. And even though I truly loved seeing friends and family in Dallas, I am very relieved to be back on the east coast again. I feel grounded. I woke to the familiar sounds of car horns and sirens this morning, which kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I'm ready to re-train my legs on how to do this thing called walking.
11.23.2006
Things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
07.03.2006
And when it really comes down to it, isn't that what America is all about? Hot dogs, apple pie, and Rocky IV?
05.03.2006
We met Catherine's family in Vegas for her sister's 21st birthday. As is proper in Vegas, I slept very little, drank mightily, and gambled heartily.
04.18.2006
We went out to Olney for an Easter Sunday dinner at my Aunt Jackie's house and ate a huge rockfish, caught by Al.
In Birthdays . . .
05.16.2006
We hosted a surprise party for Emily at our apartment. We were a little apprehensive because it was the first party we've had of this size since our move to DC.
Comments
Posted by Laundro on Jun 06, 2006 at 9:53:42 AM
Posted by sparkle on Jun 06, 2006 at 1:47:11 PM
Posted by Laundro on Jun 07, 2006 at 8:22:21 AM
Sparkle: I'm sorry we were so lame.
Posted by Rothko on Jun 07, 2006 at 8:48:10 AM