at the age of 12

i am fairly certain i could barely tie my shoes much less speak in a coherent sentence that didn't involve the word "no" or "i don't want to."   i even invested in a button i wore on my jacket which said "NO" so i could avoid having to speak to adults.

contrast that with this 12  year old.   like his mom, i also like ellen.  like him, i do like sandwiches.  maybe he and i could discuss that.  certainly everything else out of his mouth is well beyond me.

irony

walking into penn station, i heard lovely classical music playing on the loud speaker.   next to me was a man relieving himself out in the open.  

at least he had a nice soundtrack.

no excuse

apparently our trip to vegas knocked me out so much that i haven't written since i posted that picture from the airport one month ago.   well, that's embarrassing.   the trip was excellent and included many highlights such as our VIP club treatment, a suite that was larger than our apartment with a flatscreen in the bathroom (seth came home and measured our bathroom for the same treatment), some excellent meals and my apparent knack for video poker.   we were also lucky enough to catch up with some great friends from atlanta and new york, although we did laugh that it took a flight to vegas for us to see our friends that live in brooklyn.

after we got back, seth and i were supposed to hop back on a plane to visit our friends jon and katherine in chicago.  unfortunately, a stomach flu i do not care to remember kept me on the couch for almost a week.  we rescheduled the trip for may when i think the weather and my stomach should cooperate.  before that, though, we are off to houston in two weeks where i get to spend three blissful days with my one of the favoritest people in the whole world (mj!) and seth gets to see the final four.   it's a win win for everyone.

Vegas baby!

love, as described by a teenage boy

I just finished reading David Nicholls’ novel called A Question of Attraction and found this passage particularly relevant on this Valentine's Day.  The narrator is an 18 year old boy home from university for the Christmas holiday and talking about his visit with his best friends from childhood...

"On the way to the bar, I think for a moment about heading for the door and walking out.  I love Spence and Tone, Spencer especially, and I think it's mutual, though g-d knows we'd never actually use the L-word, not sober anyway.  But for my 18th birthday Spencer and Tone tied me naked to the end of southland pier and force-fed me laxatives, so it's a love that expresses itself in unconventional ways."

Happy Valentine's Day to all - I hope everyone gets to experience a love that expresses itself in unconventional ways (sans laxative). 

someone sleep talks

3am - the apartment is quiet and everyone is sleeping...

seth: i am going to buy you a chocolate pig.
me: zzzzzzzzzzz, what?
seth: i am getting you a chocolate pig
me: why thank you, i would love a chocolate pig
seth:  but it has to be dark chocolate
me:  i would prefer that, dark chocolate is my favorite
seth:  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

sadly, no dark chocolate pig appeared this morning, but i still have hope.

why commuting causes ulcers

ny penn station last night after nj transit suspended train service. thank goodness for my reverse commute.