Okay, so I engaged in a little bit of hyperbole. But just a little. Okay, maybe more than a little. Still.
Having missed the company of The Cajun on Wednesday evening – the Font of Dionysus being closed for the holiday and all – I rolled into the bar after work and had a couple of glasses of wine. I do so love that place. I stayed out a little too late and drank probably one too many to make getting up on Friday morning easy, but I needed something to settle my urpy stomach, and strangely, red wine has that effect. Go figure.
Friday evening, Topher, Betty Boop, Sky Captain, The Tall Actress and I met at the Rubin Museum for cocktails in its lounge. The joint offers two-for-one mixed drinks during its happy hour, and then the galleries are free from 7 to 10 p.m.
Who doesn't love free culture and booze?
The Rubin was a little bit of a revelation. I had no idea it was there, and that it has such a lovely collection of Himalayan art. There's currently a really great exhibition of the photographs of one of my favorite photographers, Lynn Davis. If you're in New York, you should try to catch it. It's only there, though, through July 16.
Saturday morning, Betty Boop and I hosted The Elf and Sunshine for omelets. This to return the good deed of their having hosted us the Saturday before for pancake breakfast.
During the course of our breakfast, the boys mentioned that they were going to take their two dogs, Chloe and Bree, to the dog park, and The Elf asked Boop and I if we'd like to come along.
I have to admit to having a complicated relationship with the boys' dogs. I'm not the biggest fan of small dogs, but Chloe and Bree are pretty freakin' adorable. I probably prefer Chloe to Bree only because she's moved out of her yappy puppy phase, which Bree – the latter of the acquisitions – is still going through.
Still, there's nothing I love more than hanging out with a bunch of dogs, so I jumped at the chance to accompany the boys. Besides, you never know when you're going to meet your future husband at the dog park. I mean, I watch movies, yo.
The girls were hilarious, and we had a delightful time. Check 'em out:
After the dog park, we walked down to the Brooklyn waterfront. The day was unbelievably beautiful!
All in all, it was a pretty spectacular weekend. I was a bit of a couch potato on Saturday evening, but I managed to catch up on my Netflix rentals, and retired early.
And Sunday was a fairly good day, too, though I did go into work to pick up some stuff I'd left there on Friday.
Life, dear friends, is pretty darn good.
Just remember, though: When you least expect it, like Boop to her innocent cat, Life can do this to you:
I'm not sayin'. I'm just sayin'.
Oh, and by the way, I did meet my future husband at the dog park:
Having missed the company of The Cajun on Wednesday evening – the Font of Dionysus being closed for the holiday and all – I rolled into the bar after work and had a couple of glasses of wine. I do so love that place. I stayed out a little too late and drank probably one too many to make getting up on Friday morning easy, but I needed something to settle my urpy stomach, and strangely, red wine has that effect. Go figure.
Friday evening, Topher, Betty Boop, Sky Captain, The Tall Actress and I met at the Rubin Museum for cocktails in its lounge. The joint offers two-for-one mixed drinks during its happy hour, and then the galleries are free from 7 to 10 p.m.Who doesn't love free culture and booze?The Rubin was a little bit of a revelation. I had no idea it was there, and that it has such a lovely collection of Himalayan art. There's currently a really great exhibition of the photographs of one of my favorite photographers, Lynn Davis. If you're in New York, you should try to catch it. It's only there, though, through July 16.Saturday morning, Betty Boop and I hosted The Elf and Sunshine for omelets. This to return the good deed of their having hosted us the Saturday before for pancake breakfast.During the course of our breakfast, the boys mentioned that they were going to take their two dogs, Chloe and Bree, to the dog park, and The Elf asked Boop and I if we'd like to come along.
I have to admit to having a complicated relationship with the boys' dogs. I'm not the biggest fan of small dogs, but Chloe and Bree are pretty freakin' adorable. I probably prefer Chloe to Bree only because she's moved out of her yappy puppy phase, which Bree – the latter of the acquisitions – is still going through.
Still, there's nothing I love more than hanging out with a bunch of dogs, so I jumped at the chance to accompany the boys. Besides, you never know when you're going to meet your future husband at the dog park. I mean, I watch movies, yo.
The girls were hilarious, and we had a delightful time. Check 'em out:
After the dog park, we walked down to the Brooklyn waterfront. The day was unbelievably beautiful!
All in all, it was a pretty spectacular weekend. I was a bit of a couch potato on Saturday evening, but I managed to catch up on my Netflix rentals, and retired early.
And Sunday was a fairly good day, too, though I did go into work to pick up some stuff I'd left there on Friday.
Life, dear friends, is pretty darn good.
Just remember, though: When you least expect it, like Boop to her innocent cat, Life can do this to you:
I'm not sayin'. I'm just sayin'.
Oh, and by the way, I did meet my future husband at the dog park:
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