take somebody to Applebee's and get them hot wings
Patti tells it like it is. If she's told us once, she's told us a million times not to sleep with someone until you are in a committed relationship. Why couldn't this greaseball and his date listen to her? How dare they break the club rules.
Another thing I did this past weekend was head down to the Battery Park area to cheer on a couple friends that were running the 10 Miler, we stood around mile 8.5 so we were seeing people at one of their finest moments. As a new runner, I was interested in the gear: the shoes, the clothes, the running styles, etc. But there were some things I was not prepared for. The first was a man in short shorts whose shorts had moved over and his balls, while contained within the lining, were flopping around. There were some bloody nipples, a bloody nose, and one really disturbing guy with blood coming out of the corners of his mouth. (I really don't think that's a good sign, at all.) One guy ran by us and flatly stated "what a stupid sport."
I am pretty sure I agree with this guy as I start my 7th week of "couch to 5k" training. This week is 25 minute runs all three days. My first ever 25 minute run was Sunday and afterwards I wondered if I would ever enjoy running. I may never love it but I am trying to a least enjoy it. What a stupid sport.
Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday (you have to say it in the annoying monster truck announcer way to get the full effect) it's Bethenny vs. Kelly take 2.
This past weekend, I figured out what makes a baby shower tolerable. ALCOHOL! and lots of it. I dread baby showers more than I dread my annual exam with the lady doctor. But this baby shower was like no other and that is a good thing: no balloons, no storks, no lame baby shower games. The only thing that indicated it was a baby shower were the cupcakes, the mom-to-be, and the gifts. There were a number of new moms who after a few drinks were more than willing to share the truths of their childbirth experience. After the pictures of the placenta were passed and the stories of pooping on the table, the mom-to-be was having a minor meltdown about the things that no one seems to tell you BEFORE childbirth. (I think I now know why alcohol might not be at every baby shower but Kate is not the typical mom-to-be and who better to hear labor and delivery stories from than your favorite teammates from the Dirty Oars?! They didn't call us Dirties for nothing.)
But my favorite part of the baby shower was when we decided to play some drinking games. (Don't worry, the mom-to-be was not partaking in the drinking. It wasn't that kind of baby shower.) After the drinking games we headed down to Redstone for some more cocktails. All we were missing was a good old game of Asshole!
It's a gloomy Monday. I am not ready for the week to begin, but then again, that's every week. I think it's worse this week because the weekend was pretty nice-Saturday especially: sunny, warm, shopping, good people watching, sangria and margaritas at Johnny Mango's, hanging out with good friends with good food.
I want to wax poetic on the bread and butter and the fromage blac and everything else I consumed on Friday but I could never write as well as the chefs in the kitchen at The Greenhouse Tavern cook. I also loved watching the kitchen in action, it was better than people watching on E.4th.
I am already planning on what to get the next time I go back.
image from the Greenhouse Tavern's website.
Because my company has YouTube and all streaming video blocked, I missed this until just now. Les Miserables is one of my favorite musicals, and I Dreamed a Dream makes me cry and that was before I heard this version. I have been watching this video over and over and crying. Every time they show Simon's stunned face and when the woman in the middle stands up to give her an ovation, I can't help but tear up. It's such a beautiful song and this woman is amazing!