OPaD: Travel agent, at your service
if the guy hadn’t sounded normal on the phone, I would’ve never descended into Binn’s Travel hole. The office was dingy, broken-down and Binn was a balding, curly-haired Jew with a deep V tee shirt and penchant for rock and roll music. Most of which, in retrospect, was communicated through the sign.
OPaD: Coffee in a jar
As captured:
1. The coffeeshop stopped using cups. But they did have this handy jar for us to use.
2. Doesn’t Phil look ridiculously cute?
OPaD: Almost our family
The gorillas at the zoo are amazingly-captivatingly-like people. Their fingernails look like ours, looking into the depth of their eyes you see an understanding, and their family dynamic is so human. I thought of mom, dad, Gail and I when the family sat together like this. Dad hanging out by himself, Gail and I clinging to mom.
Housewarming Party
Pony owned that liter-sized beer can.
Good stuff. And the saurkraut–awesome.
Burgers went over well….YIPEE! I will admit to needing constant culinary validation.
Rage tied one on, too. Ate too much grass and then barfed it up in the middle of the party. Which I nonchalantly scooped up with my fingers. Classy.
This is what it is really all about.
OPaD: Good Thing it was Dark
Cough.
If it wasn’t for the natural hickory coals, I’d say we took ten years off our lives with all that smoke. Instead, I’d say we took ten years off our lives with all that drinking.
OPaD: The rain is relentless
It rained here for four days straight. Blowing and biting and soaking and depressing. Yuck. And when that happens. New York is littered with abandoned malfunctioning umbrellas. An inventive homeless person could really sew together a very cozy nest with all that water resistant fabric.
