Girl party
Nadette, me
Mwah!
Lolly, Maria, me
Hostess and DJ Jo
me, Electric lemonade
My pal Nadette and her friend Jo hosted a Fabulous Female party last night. My head is still a bit swimmy from the gallon of Electric Lemonade I drank. The more than 50 women in attendance ranged in age from 20s to 60s and came from varied disciplines and backgrounds. I met a biographer, a UN fundraiser, a social worker, a slow-food activist, an astrologist - and even some actresses! And, since Mercury is in retrograde (so says the astrologist), I ran into an old acquaintence as well. Life is funny and amazing. So are women.
Summer Friday
Enjoying the light workload
Hey lady.
My office is a five minute walk from this quite peaceful, if a tad gentrified, waterfront park: the perfect place to kill 30 minutes when I'm practically the only person at work on a gorgeous Friday in July.
Can't you wait?
Strolling through the park at Washington St. and Grand St., Jersey City
Cross your heart.
For (at least) two weeks, this undergarment has been hanging on the fence in Paulus Hook Park. It reminds me of
David Cross' musings about finding used condoms in the street: wondering if the guy who leaves them behind is "...like an urban Johnny Appleseed trying to make a
CHUD baby." If so, I found his babymama's bra.
Brrr...
It's so cold in my office, my nose is running. The 4th floor fire escape offers a toasty respite from the freeze and my RDA of vitamin D.
Full moon for Amy Day
Celebrating Amy (Jonathon's feet make their debut)
Niñas de Luna (birthday-girl Amy, flanked by fellow July babies, me and Kelly)
Michele and Sarah
Cindee and Amy
Jen and Mike
Michele and Stan
Jonathon and me
Mmm...cupcakes
Oh, Adam...
The planets aligned on July 22 to bring together Amy's birthday and
Pot Luck Cabaret. The Chickens, the Gs and all the boys gathered at ACME to celebrate our ChickenMoonMamaCrab Amy. The party then moved to
Juvie Hall, where
Chicken Ranch,
Gunshow, and impresario
Adam Nowak filled the hearts and bellies of the best audience in NYC. Nothing like 2 rounds of "Happy Birthday" to make a show a show. Just before midnight, we made it over to Slainte to mind our Ps, Qs and cupcakes and continue to revel in the glory of Amy.
Happy birthday, pretty. You radiate all that is good in this world and beyond.
Kelly G...Kelly G...Are you there?
Awaiting the guest of honor
Kelly's Ouija board birthday cake: conceived and baked by Amy G, decorated by Me G
The Birthday G
Chickens in attendance: Sarah G, Mo G, Amy G and Cindee G (not pictured: Me G.)
G feet
Get Out of Jail Free card*
(Clockwise from 11: Andrea, me, Kelly)
The Gs gathered at Druids to celebrate the birth of our treasured Kelly. The usual food and drink-fueled merriment transpired. Kelly taught us the value of getting 100% agave tequila vs. the cheap stuff; and Andrea, Kelly's visiting friend from Texas, showed us the rewards of AAA membership*.
Happy birthday, Kelly! You are treasured and loved by all lucky enough to know you.
Take that, Man
Basking in justice served at the Civil Court building
Taking deep breath outside 111 Centre Street
PS - Happy birthday, Brendan.
Don't Dream It's Over!
Sitting in the middle of Nowhere
Martin's book
Smokin' with Paul
Paul and Martin
Peter Cat Books hosted Martin's book release party last night at Nowhere Bar with $2 PBR, a trivia contest and totally awesome music. Cindee won GnR and Motley Crue DVDs for correctly guessing that Martin's brilliant interpretation of the "rap" in
Straight Up was originally recorded by Paula Abdul.
Don't Dream It's Over: The 80's Music Party Game trivia book WILL rock you like a hurricane!
Monkeys watch over me
Reading on the PATH train
Gliding from underground
Iron Monkey
Down by the riverside
On a grassy knoll in Riverside Park
Girl-talking with Cindee and a bottle of pinot grigio
Stopping to smell the echinacea at the Hudson River Park around 56th St.
Cliche NYC Saturday
The only things missing - the NY Times and lattes from Starbuck's, but we don't swing that way.
Breaking fast (in the afternoon) at Crepes on Columbus
Some people see Mary on a tortilla, Brendan sees Iraq in his pancakes
Strolling down the pier
View of a bridge
Resting in the breeze
Urban decay
Booby Trap Vs. Egotestical
Psyching out the opponent with (not pictured) smile of submission
Chicken Ranch was invited to perform in an improv Battle of the Sexes, hosted by Evel Cathedral, in celebration of Stan's birthday at Ash Wednesday earlier this evening. Girls kicked ass. Boys cried. Click
here for the full story.
Independence BsBQ
Charcoal grill, assembly required
Joe and Megan getting right on that
Brendan chopping
Sometimes fire is good
UWS sunset
Rose of Sharon
Grilled corn
Brendan, Rob and Joe: men, meat, fire
Post-BBQ jam
Brendan hosted a cookout on the eve of Independence Day. Due to protracted preparations, twas dusk when we finally ventured out into the courtyard only minutes before curfew. Security guards were bribed with grilled meat, and the barbecue was saved. Happy birthday, America.
