To be fair, it’s not technically the birth. This bromance has been brewing for a long time. We won’t speak of the incident at Christmas. Also, I love how Ben is totally selling it with the bedroom face. Tooooootally selling. Broooootally selling it. *ducks to avoid a neck-shanking from Zach* I was going to post a photo of the delicious plate of Make-It-Work potluck goodness (seriously, the things you people make out of random unplanned…
Nick, Kristin, and JR came into town for a visit over the weekend. We had drinks at Ernestine & Hazel’s (sadly, there was a private party going on, so we got stuck in the restaurant part and couldn’t go hang around the bathtub upstairs) and then went back to my place for Summer Brew and silliness with some local yokels that left me and some others with weird inexplicable bruises and scrapes and pains the…
It snowed Saturday and I reverted, as I always do when it snows, to a hyperactive eight-year-old. Which means snowalking in the park at midnight after work. As always, shenanigans were involved: Full Flickr set here.
I took one photo today and this is it. I wouldn’t say I’m burned out, but I would say I’m INCREDIBLY LAZY. Anyway, I ate at RP Tracks for the first time ever, and had barbecue tofu nachos for the first time ever (pretty tasty, and I am a bonafide meat lover), and sat around and bitched and moaned about the crumbling sisterhood … not for the first time ever … with some of my…
Thanks to my questionable decisions last night, I overslept and missed Soup Sunday, which I had been looking forward to for a few days. Dang it. The whole day wasn’t a bust, though. I spent the evening in great company, watching the Oscars and laughing my ass off. Am I just some kind of commie, homo-loving son of a gun or was the show particularly funny this year? [Project 365]
I’m not sure what got into me last night but I came home from work and turned into Susie Homemaker all of a sudden. I got a pot roast cookin’ and then made these little beauties. And then later drizzled the leftover chocolate on apple slices, and lo it was all good. I can’t decide if I should mention that I was up ’til well after the sun rose, watching a friend’s high-school videos, or…
My friends love me and want me to get diabetes and cirrhosis of the liver, which is why they bring me cupcakes* to work and meet me in parking lots to give me cake and then pour me wine and rum later at their houses. The blessings, I just keep counting them over and over and wondering where all the spare change keeps coming from. Much love right back atchall. Love and photos. *Fancycwabs was…
I feel like I’ve been living out of a suitcase for a month. I’m glad to be home and I’m glad that the first thing I did when I got to Memphis was take a shower and then go eat some crazy-ass food (ox tail soup and some technicolor potatoes and some other things I forgot how to describe) with my crazy-ass friends, and watch Psycho Killers in Love. Or at least I think that’s…
Best mark yer calendar, boys and girls. And spread the word. More flyers to come. Art, as always, by the awesome Jamieslan.
I love The Cove on a slow Tuesday night. It’s not as smoky, not as loud, and you get much faster service (yes, I am eighty years old). And sometimes, with the right barkeep, you get much cheaper drinks. But then sometimes you go to The Cove at midnight and the staff runs you off at 1:30, even though 3 is last call and even though there are three of you buying off the menu…
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