Sunday, August 30, 2009

Angeloober-Goober Came To Town!


My dearest sister, Angeloogie, headed to NYC for the weekend. We watched "Hannah Montana the Movie" and rocked out pretty hardcore during "The Climb." Plus, we (kind of) learned a new line dance courtesy of our adored, Miley Cyrus.

We even watched "Bring It On - All Or Nothing." Definitely one of the worst movies of all time, but oh-so-perfect for sister watching.


We went to the MoMA and the Brooklyn Bridge. We dined at Shake Shack and Joe's. We traveled to NJ for a gallant night of jousting by the knights of Medieval Times.


All in all, it was a great weekend (despite the grey skies and rain).

Miss you sissy!
Evidence that you shouldn't let your sister fuss with your hair.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Why I <3 NYC


We may have rude people, humidity, graffiti and litter... but c'mon!

Feelin' Good...


I don't know what it is, but I'm feeling good and positive... such a change from the last month or two. Maybe I'm just super excited that my sister's heading to NYC on Thursday (super YAY), but I woke up at 6:55 today ready to move. I washed the dishes; I cleaned the shower; I made Paul's breakfy (well, found the cereal fixins and poured the juice)... Before 830, I was going through email and getting work done.

Man, I hope this optimism and positivity stays around!

(Yes, I've been a bit of a crank lately... Paul may not admit it, but it's true.)
(OR - how in the world did I forget about this - maybe it's b/c my dear friend Shanda wrote awesomely nice things about me... She's so rad.)

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Our Friday night in Manhattan


Friday night was interesting. When Paul arrived home from work, we were both itching to do something outdoors. The weather was beautiful, and seeing as how NYC has had the saddest summer ever, beautiful weather is not something we take for granted.

We threw ideas back and forth... Coney Island fireworks? Park Slope? Nothing really excited us... until I thought of this magical place that we went to last year. The city erected a pop-up park near the Brooklyn bridge as a viewing spot for a waterfall installation, and it was fabuuuu*. The park was right next to the water and offered decent food at a cheap (enough) price. It seemed to be the perfect mix of going out while keeping it low-key.

So I said, "Paul, is that park still there?" To which he replied, "No, it was just there for the installation." "Hmmm, that would be perfect." "Well, we could go down to South Street Seaport." (as I peruse the outdoor hot spot section in the Time Out New York) "There's Water Taxi Beach, and it has cheap food... Oh, but it looks like there might be some party thing with cover tonight." "Eh, we'll try it."

When he offered that last one up, he really thought it was a great idea. And it was... kind of. Of course, when we arrived, the door guy tells us that there's a $5 cover. We turn around and debate whether or not we should pay cover to sit on the sand with cheap food. Ten minutes later, we decide - sure, why not. Then the lady swiped our card for the cover... Nope, not $5 but $10 each! I was outraged; I don't pay cover for restaurants. That's absurd, and he said it was $5... "Well, before 8pm, it is $5. It's 822pm now." "Yes, but we were here 5 minutes ago*." "That would've been 817pm, so it still would've been $10." "I understand what you're saying, but he told us it was $5." Oh well...


So we go inside. At this point, I'm noticing that people are really dressed up to be going to a little outdoor park. That's when it hits me... Ooooooooh! This barricaded area is a bar-slash-nightclub! What?! My whole world shattered for a moment... but, but, but it's a beach... It's called Water Taxi BEACH.

Nope, I was wrong. Now, obviously there's no beach in Manhattan, but I wasn't thinking a swimming beach. I just pictured a little plot of sand with some river rocks forming a natural barricade between the water and the sand... Boy was I wrong.

Neon palm trees lit the sandy plot of land. A DJ spun some awful electro-dance tunes. Folks danced the night away... DANCING?!?! At a beach?! Oh geez. Obviously, we are not nightclub regulars. Wait, what? You say you didn't know that? Well, as the Beatles would say, you "should've known better."

Clearly, I should've known better.

So what did we do? We ordered some dinner at the little food shack (fish & chips for him, a hot dog and watermelon for me)... We sat down at a picnic table sitting on the fake (as in, non-naturally occurring) sand... I bobbed my head to the weird tunes. We chatted up some Germans sitting next to us; they knew it was a nightclub. Most importantly, we played cards for hours.

I have a feeling that the other clubbers thought we were off our rockers, but we had a good time (even after the $20 cover mishap), and I continued my HUGE winning streak at Deuces Wild.

*fabuuuu = fabulous. Say it with me - fabooooooo. Not fabU.
**Yes, I know that it had actually been 10 minutes, not 5, but regardless it was after 8pm when he told us of the $5 cover.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

A career change is in order...

Introducing the first SBS/PDS Productions short film...

Enjoy!

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(Are you sad that I have a video camera yet?)
(I use the term 'short film' loosely here...)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Home Videos from Paris

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C'mon... you know you're laughing. We're a riot.

(If you're wondering why this took so long to post, it's b/c I had to figure out how to convert the AVI file to an MPEG.)

(Oh, and I'm sure that those riding their dear Segways have dignity too... they may have just misplaced it for the moment. No worries, I would so rock a Segway for a short time, and I would certainly make fun of myself while doing so.)

The Family... is a group of nut jobs!

The Daily Show With Jon StewartMon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Jeff Sharlet
www.thedailyshow.com
Daily Show
Full Episodes
Political HumorSpinal Tap Performance

Really?! Have you heard of this? I must read The Family. In the words of Miss Gwen Stefani, "This bleep is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"

Preach on, Mr. Sharlet!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Mom, shield your eyes...


It has made a comeback...

(The Batman shirt from my seventh grade Savers shopping trip, that is.)

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Another knife fight...n




Last night while chopping onions for my delicious chili, I cut myself worse than I ever have before... OOPS. It kinda hurts, and it doesn't look so great either.

Man, am I a genius...

Know what I did after holding tissue to the cut to stop the bleeding??? C'mon, guess!

Nope, you're wrong; I did not go running down the street bawling and screaming, "OWWWWWW! I NEED AN AMBULANCE!" ... Rather, I kept chopping the onion... then the green pepper... then the garlic.

... And the chili was delicious!

(Super sorry for the grotesque photo, but I had to show you what we're dealing with.)

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Schizophrenic Weather of NYC

NYC has failed to see a real summer this year. June and July had 2x the average rainfall... Nuts.

One never knows what to expect on any given day. The fortune tellers known to some as "meteorologists" cannot seem to get it right, as many days of the forecast have the icon that shows sun, rain and clouds... Clearly, they just don't know.

All day Friday was cloudy and rainy. Friday evening, the rain stopped, the sky cleared, and the streets dried. Saturday was gorgeous; the beach was packed. This was only our 2nd beach day of the year - sad, but we enjoyed it thoroughly. I awoke this morning to grey skies; the first word out of my mouth was, "NOOOO!" I decided to shut my eyes and fall back asleep. I kid you not when I say that with the lights turned off, our apartment (which gets A TON of natural light) looks as if it must be 9pm outside. I've never heard louder thunder, and, of course, it's raining. The sun will not shine today.
Friday night's beautiful sky... The clouds parted.

Saturday's sky - not a cloud in sight. Sunshine, oh how I love you.

The Weather Gods are not hearing my plea for real summer weather, and I hear that unless there is a HUGE warm front in August, the summer of 2009 will go down as the coldest on record. REALLY?!

Can I get a loud "UGH" from everyone, please?

Sunday - why are you so ugly?