Sunday Pants
Excitedly awaiting brilliance
Michele made her Cartoon Network voice-over debut in an animated short, Freshman Clowns, on
Mo's devotees gathered at Jake's Saloon on 10th Ave for the event. Unfortunately, the guy in charge of the multiple TVs couldn't figure out the sound. We watched the probably hilarious cartoon with Sunday night football audio. Oh the humanity.
Sure, Michele, that was you. We believe you.
Food Court Druids at Prom
To celebrate their birthdays and Halloween, Rachel and Kristen hosted a prom-themed costume party at Beauty Bar. (Almost) all the Chickens were there, and oh, we had a ball.
This Goth is no wallflower.
Kristy dances with guidance counselor Mr. Warth
Prom king and queen, Jeff and Rachel
Too cool for school, Mary Kate Olsen and her bodyguard (Tracy and friend)
Dr. Oddbody (Adam) with Amy and her prom date, Joe
Joe got fresh; Amy liked it.
Various sub-cultures were also represented at prom.
Comic book/sci-fi geeks: Violet Incredible and Capt. Kirk (Cindee and Dave)
Food Court Druids: Sarah and me
and the just plain-weird: Libby as a corsage
But at Rachel's Birthday-Halloween-Prom, everybody gets along.
Happy Halloween!
Gia il sole dal Schweds
Happy birthday, Rachel Cathedral!
Rachel's giant feet and my tiny ones. Perspective is cool.
Rachel performing with Evel Cathedral teammates Stan and Chris
You are an impressive sun-god Rah on stage, and a beautiful sun-gal Rachel
off.
Walking on peanut shells
A break in the rain - basking by the river
After work, as a FAW (friend of AdWeek), I joined Cindee and her co-workers for maragaritas at
Rodeo Bar.
Co-ink-identally, MJC was there was with his co-workers, too. He was off to see one of our favorite bands,
Mates of State. Jealous much? I stuck around Rodeo, enjoying the live bluegrass, Solo cups of icy, limey, tequila-y wonder juice, and kitschy decor.
Hey, I voted for that
guy when he ran against Hillary.
Sunday in Sunnyside
With Tracy (left)
I spent a lovely Sunday afternoon with a dear friend, Tracy. Many months usually separate our meetings, but we always seem to pick up right where we left off. She invited me to her place in Sunnyside, Queens, and whipped up a delicious banquet of pumpkin soup, mac and cheese, and broccoli. We ate, drank tea and talked like girls for hours before venturing out for dessert.
Returning from our decadent outing, Tracy discovered Cookie had been in the closet all day; but he (she?) didn't seem particularly upset by his (her?) captivity. Caesar joined us, perching on the coffee table until, time to go for real this time, I finally tore myself off the couch.
With Cookie (left) and Caesar
Miss T, I promise I'll call you soon. Promise.
Cat-in-sink sitting
A couple of weeks ago, my pal Evie sent me a link to
Cats In Sinks (not to be confused with
Stuff on My Cat). While she was in Colorado this past weekend, I dropped in occasionally to check on her own adorable feline, Lucy.
Last night, I filled Lucy's food dish, rinsed out and refilled her water bowl, and put out a few treats for her before returning the rather absorbing
book I'm reading. Lucy purred around my feet for a bit, then meandered into the kitchen. I looked over (so maybe the book's not that absorbing), there she was, drinking from the faucet. Did I mention I'd just filled her water bowl?
When she realized she was busted, she tried to play coy.
Oh, Lucy. Next time, I come over,
I make-a you a nice-a spaghetti.
What is millet?
Delicious, that's what.
Photographing the chefs du jour
Last night, my dear friends, Nadette and John, hosted a cooking class/dinner party led by
the adorable and informative
Melissa (pictured with Michele).
She prepared an entirely organic menu of carrot-ginger soup, herbed green millet, Sunshine salad, and almond apricot cups. The gathered chopped, grated, boiled, blended and drank wine* under Melissa's kindly watchful eye until we had a beautiful, healthy meal.
Nadette and Tom
Jon
I wore my homemade mutant ladybug apron for the occasion.
The food was delicious and the company divine.
Olive joined us for dessert.
*Wine not a part of Melissa's healthy menu, but part of Nadette's and mine.
River deep, mountain high
Watching a sailboat take on the wind and rain from the JC pier
The Hudson River is quite swollen from the 8 solid days of rain we've had. Perhaps illadvisedly, I took the ferry home from Jersey City this evening. The ramps from the pier to the dock pointed skyward, rather than earthward, even under the weight of commuters. I'm still feeling a little wavey. Tomorrow I'll take the train.
Another plastic bag bag
I made this one for my friend Cindee's birthday. I love how the black deli bags look with the yellow Gristede's bag handle and trim. The flower was made from this quick little
pattern on the Lion Brand website. All my friends want one of these now. I've got to start eating more.
Get some cull-chah
Cindee, Kelly and I ventured out in the rain Saturday to the
David Zwirner gallery in Chelsea for a showing of one of Cindee's favorite artists,
Marcel Dzama. The exhibit, entitled "The Course of Human History Personified," was predominated by watercolor and ink drawings based on Dante's Divine Comedy. The paintings contained repetitive images of dismemberment, suicide and masterbation next to pleasantly contented onlookers under bowers of roses and bird-filled branches. Just the way of the world I guess. Also on display were the artist's
notebooks (I love a good doodle) and about a half-dozen oddly whismical
sculptures.
Culture quota satisfied, the three of us retired to Half King for repast and
deconstruction.
The other D
With enduring patience at the Nokia Theater
Funny story! Cat's son-in-law Dave is in a kick ass band
The Explosion, that has opened for
Social Distortion in the recent past. The other night Dave called and told Cat the band had been offered comps from Social D for their Tuesday night show in NYC. Well, of course, the Explosion guys were all over that, and they didn't have an extra for Cat. Instead Cat and I tried to get standing room tickets for
Spamalot, but were smacked down.
Figuring our evening a bust, we went to my place to regroup and think about what to do. Then the phone rang. Kelly's boyfriend Paul had been given two tickets to Social Distortion by his boss, who was unable to attend. She and Paul weren't interested, so they offered them to me. Evening saved by rock n roll (and an overbooked photographer)!
Cat and I hauled it over to the brand-new Nokia Theater on 44th and B'way and met up with Dave and The Explosion guys; we arrived in plenty of time. The opening bands ranged from pretty okay (Bullets and Octane) to horrifying-parody-of-a-punk-band (Mest). Our endurance was worth it; SD rocked our casbahs right out of the joint.
(if you look closely, you can see the smoking/drinking skeleton mascot backdrop)
Since you can't see just how hot Mike Ness is from my amateur photography, feast your eyes about here:
Mmmm...
What else is there to say? Great band, great night. The only topper would have been getting backstage shots of Mike Ness' feet; but Cat didn't want to be the annoying mother-in-law. No worries. I hate talking to famous people anyway. I'd rather admire from afar.
Reveling in the rock-n-roll hotness
Hmm...what else can I do?
I used to be afraid of these.
So much did I want to avoid writing Saturday, that I did my laundry instead. While my clothes aggitated, I wandered my ever-changing neighborhood with my camera.
Reconstructing 10th Ave.
Confidentially to the New York Public Library - Columbus Branch:
Put the books in already! I've been waiting for two years for you to reopen my (yes I said "my") branch. I've payed enough in overdue fines since 1995 to have my own.
Thank you.
