a symphony in meat

Take two beautiful steaks from DeBragga.

Add two crazy men who love meat marginally more than their wives.

Add some delicious sides made by one of the wives who can actually cook (i.e., not me).

Voila, Meatfest with the McGowans 2010. This evening ended in a sleepover in Monclair (i.e. Seth passed out) where I was ceremonially kicked off of the couch and ended up sleeping on a recliner.

But it was worth it.

why puerto rico, you ask?

1. Time slows to almost a stop on the beach in 85 degree sunny weather

2. Empty beaches with no beach passes

3. Cerveza?

4. Banana DANG (google it)

5. Julius the sand crab

6. The use of horses as transportation on major roads

7. No mosquitoes

8. The seemingly endless breeze that is just cool enough

9. Bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches for $2.50

And last but not least:

farewell new york

It is with great happiness I announce that I am never leaving this
square of Rincon beach. I will welcome visitors and gifts. I only
ask that my lovely friends watch over my shoes and bags (with the
understanding that any and all bags can be borrowed).
--
Sent from my mobile device

stuff i wish i thought of first

http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/

if i only i had thought of it first! seth talks in his sleep like its his job. just add it to the list of great ideas staring me in the face that i completely ignored. this blog is not to be missed.

new neighbors

this morning, i am coming out of my apartment (reality check - rushing out of my apartment so i don't miss the train) to head out to work. my new neighbor is leaving his place at the same time. in an exciting turn of friendliness, he introduces himself, starts chatting with me and i find out he is from a town outside of pennsylvania where a really good friend of ours grew up.

small world.

so i say, "that's funny, seth and i have a very good friend from yardley, do you know him?"

so he goes, "yes, i know the whole family."

wait for it.

he then says "my older brother played in a band with your friend's brother."

translation: our neighbor has an OLDER brother who played in a band with our friend's YOUNGER brother.

way to make me feel my age through and through on a friday morning. on the flip side, i now have two friendly neighbors who i actually know! that's a first.

Note To Self

Never listen to Lady Gaga's The Fame in its entirety while half asleep on the commute to work. It will stay in your brain for days and days. I have an irrational fear that I will accidentally type out the lyrics to Paparazzi in the opinion that I am drafting.

On a delightful and completely unrelated note, I find this website utterly hilarious and I really don't know why.

http://selleckwaterfallsandwich.tumblr.com/

Hotlanta

Over New Years, Seth and I fled New York City for a weekend getaway to the ATL. There was a lot of drinking, football watching, and naturally, loads of eating. Our hosts for the weekend rolled out the red carpet and let us form our own ass grooves on their couch. Some of my highlights of the weekend:

1. The Waffle House

2. Endless conversations with Eva about which animals live in the Zoo

3. Equally endless conversations with V about the Heineken Kegerator

4. My jealousy of Amanda's shoe closet

5. Clarke and Christy's unbeatable Southern Charm

6. Fried green tomatoes

7. Our Bulgarian drivers

8. A Penn State win in the Capital One Bowl (this is more for Seth)

9. Chik fil-a nugget platter of 150

10. Flying out of Newark airport in 3 inches of snow without any delays

And finally - this masterpiece of a burger from Flip Burger Boutique in Atlanta. They had fried pickles - that's right FRIED PICKLES. This little piece of heaven is called the Southern and consists of a country fried beef patty, house-made pimento cheese, homemade pickles, and green tomato ketchup. When in Rome, right?