The Perfect Dog*
*except that she still doesn’t get the pee pad idea.
LIttle Olive is quiet, soft, friendly and faithful…I WANT A DOG!!
A PDT Toilet
The secret toilet at Crif Dogs, a PDT (Please Don’t Tell) secret bar. But if anyone’s going to know where the hidden bathroom is, it’s me!
The night of the blue moon
Karaoke.
Thank God I know all the word to Walk on the Wild side?
Phil is an amazing karaoker! He looks so moody
Boat cruise under the bridges and around the Statue of Liberty. Unbelievably awesome.
We’re all Happier
We got a nice big rug for the living room. One that just happens to look like a ginormous cat scratcher. A new war is waged.
Sunday, Bloody Mary Sunday
Lame photo, but our “Sunday is really Saturday!” drink-a-thon went over like fireworks. The weather was beautiful and everyone enjoyed some tasty Bloody Marys, with plenty of additional nutrients, such as olives, feta, slim jims, carrots, celery, beef jerky, lime and beer. I learned the basics of a Bloody Mary: vodka, tomato juice, celery salt, tobasco, horse radish and Worcestershire. And some of the variations: Bloody Geishas (sake instead of vodka) and Bloody Cowboys (BBQ sauce instead of tomato juice)!
Felt a little insane
We saw Matthew Dear at PS1 this weekend. It used to be a school (all schools in NY are PS#; no personality of presidents’ or towns’ names) but was bought up by the MoMA and turned into an art museum. It felt creepy to walk around the big white rooms and see a good deal of anti-establishment art, all while hearing pounding electronic music and occasional screams from the crowd. Eeriest part was the boiler room. I could just imagine its dark inferno and some poor sooty guy stoking the fire….until some evil creature sneaked up on him and pushed him in! Active imagination…I blame the movies.
Catskills Hills
It was a house in not-the-city…it was kind of weird, as a Minnesotan, not to be on a lake or a river or a forest, but I quickly came to appreciate the simple serenity of not hearing a honking horn or yelling neighbor for a few days We had a yard, slow-moving traffic for Phil to wave at (which he did casually – wish my camera battery hadn’t run out or it would have def been captured), and lots of hills for us to traipse up and down on long walks.
Long, intoxicated walks, that is.
We also made steaks. It was a weekend of indulgence.
