At Le Poisson Rouge
1983?
Frat guy?
Phil guzzling the beer I decided I couldn’t drink after discovering that it wasn’t a “Park Slope” ale but instead a “Pig Slap?”
My “fun” has been bottled up lately
All work and no play for me lately. Serious me hasn’t had a break for weeks…the thinking, analyzing, critical, on-guard side. Fun me got tired of hibernating and slipped into a coma. But thanks to a bottle of wine and the joyful easiness of agitating Phil, fun me crawled to the surface. And that’s exactly what I needed. I don’t want to tone it down or moderate. I realized I’m still in the phase of life where I want to feel radiant and invincible so I need fun me because serious me sure isn’t down for that.
I wear my yellow sunglasses upside down at night so I can so I can…..aw who knows the rest of the words anyway. We all know the only reason to wear sunglasses at night is to be silly.
Laser guns in the city
Doesn’t it seem like the part of Phil you can’t see are his hands holding two florescent laser guns? Probably has those black plastic shin guards on, too.
That was my second thought, once I started thinking of Phil as Phil. When I just looked at this picture I thought, he looks like a jaded New Yorker.
This is what I aspire toward
The front of the house overlooks a valley of treetops.
This is the back of the house – like a line of glass panels chopped the plain white brick part in half – it’s their bedroom. Every morning these lucky people awake to an omnimax weather report.
I guess this was the point
This leaf made me stop because it was really simple but looked complex. It’s just a leaf on cement. But the shadows and angles made it seem like it could be anything. I think I just metaphorically described my every childhood terror.
And that’s what I wanted to get out of this blog. Slow down and look at things and think about them, just because it’s fun to think.
Standoff
We let Rage outside every morning now so he can monitor the back yard (is it a yard if it’s all cement?) for invaders. There’s a dead cockroach out there; I like to think that means Rage is earning his keep. Squirrel: you’re next.
NYC for dudes
We found a German bar.
Delicious, coma-inducing Italian food.
Yankees Stadium – second to the last game there, ever! 10 innings and only 1 run. One of those games that was exciting because it was so unexciting.
White guys leave the field as the black guys stream on.
Kyle had fun (probably in part because it was a break from the cat allergies)
Under the lights. We listened to Sinatra’s salute five times and still walked like snails for an hour in the crowd to get to the subway.
