Homies

Last month I saw a homeless man pee on the subway during the morning rush. I mean, took his wiener out of his pants and peed right there in the moving train.
I wasn’t sure if it was that instance that made me more aware of the homeless or if it’s the cold weather that brings them to the concentrated underground, but I seem to encounter at least 5 homeless every time I swipe my metrocard.
Its not in my head; I just read that New York has 9,720 homeless, up from 5,192 in 2000.

(And yes, I occasionally take pictures of snuggled homeless. What else am I to do for entertainment when I forget my book at home?)

My Parents Win

Paul Simon’s new ‘Lyrics’ book and a batch of homemade/grown meyer lemon bars.



The best care package ever.
(thanks guys. love you!)

Swine and Wine

After a 4 hour unlimited mimosa brunch with Heidi and her out-of-towner Patrick (who I'm now calling ‘Fun Patrick’) Jamie and I went to an event called Cochon 555. It was a pork and wine fundraiser with 5 chefs, 5 whole pigs and 5 wine makers. We didn't eat all that much, but between the lard and liver pate, the chocolate-dipped bacon and the roasted pig face, I have never felt so drunk and fat.

G'Day

Last night Deena and I went to a gallery opening for Nomad Australian art hosted by Hugh Jackman and Donna Karen. Personally, I'm not a fan of the Nomad art but I'm a big fan of Hugh, an open bar and party food dipped in white truffle sauce.
We were quite happy to be so close to Wolverine's beard.














It was also a night of noteworthy footwear.
Donna Karen's Shoes.
The gallery curator’s shoes.
The artist’s shoes.
And my shoes.


Also, I got hit in the face with this Aussie's man-braid.

Hey Hey Hey

Between an otherwise dull night of the gym and filing my 2008 taxes, I witnessed Heidi in Whole Foods buy enough dinner and dessert for a family of 4.

Oh Happy Day

Even Starbucks has Inaugural spirit.

I'm an Aunt...Again!!!

It appears that my sister, Krista is having a baby hamster.

(due August 16th)

Bull Shit

Its going to be a long week.

Taking Class out of Cake

If you are in the market for a naughty cake, look no further than to my friend, Jenn who has taken the proverbial bachelorette party penis cake to a whole new level when she made “Garden of Penis”.

Not to be outdone is her “Penis of the World” cake that she did for Melissa’s bachelorette.

Please note the confetti in the Mexican penis’ moustache “because Mexicans like to party”



Nice work Jenn. Way to help keep it classy.

Chocolate for Dinner and Spring Awakening

Last night Heidi and I went to the second to last performance of Spring Awakening on Broadway (quite good, btw). But on our way there we went to the Ritz Carlton Chocolate Bar for the preview party of what they call “chocolate carnival”. It was just that. A chocolate ferris wheel, chocolate roller coaster, chocolate merry-go-round, waffle and cotton candy station; all for us to sample. Of course we made dinner out of the heavenly desserts, not to mention the chocolate martinis and champagne.

Friendly Advice for Girls in Dresses

With a wind chill temp of 5 degrees this week get a pair of the crotch-high socks at American Apparel. (Thanks Kat for recommending them. I now own 3 pairs.) Wear them over tights or wear them alone; either way I’m calling them the next generation of long underwear.

Recession Dining

I saw this on my way home last night. Had I not already had dinner plans with Jamie at a not-so-recession-priced Café Charbon, I would have stopped.

You Can Take the Girl Out of Texas...

On Sunday Suzanne, Donna, Kat and I crashed my work’s box at MSG for the Professional Bull Riders.
Granted, not as funny as the Truckee, CA rodeo I grew up going to where the opening prayer said “at the pearly gates God would say ‘welcome, cowboy your entry fee is paid’” but it was still hilariously filled with angry bulls, chaps, manure, Coors Light and foot-longs, all right here in the middle of Manhattan.

(I sadly look a lot like Melissa Etheridge in my Grandpa’s old pearl snap shirt.)

Marisol Returns and Suzanne Dances

After too much Sunday sangria day drinking, Suzanne, Erika, Lisa, Marisol and I went to tapas at Pipa. The last time I ate at Pipa I swore it off since a cockroach fell from the ceiling, but I was happy to return. Lobster paella, rioja, bacon-wrapped dates, and live music.
Suzanne did the honors of dancing with the pictured adorable yet sweaty man. Then he called me ‘chicken’ when I refused him.

LES Bar Crawl

I haven’t been on an official bar crawl in years. But Donna’s friend Katie coming to town brought a 10 LES bar agenda for Friday night. Good times happen when Katie is around.
You learn, for example:

A penis pump can be used on your face

Dancing in alone in a bar can lead to C-List celebrity nerds to join in
(and who knew that the Kenneth from 30 Rock, Rachel Dratch, and the stalker from Flight of the Concords are friends)

One can have a lot of fun with a pair of glasses and wine served in a cup and saucer

Happy New Year

This year’s New Years Eve was one of my favorites to date. I went to BYOB sushi dinner with Donna and Kat then went to Max Fish. It was no-nonsense, low-key, and all just a few blocks from my warm apartment on a zero degree night.

Not Being a Pervert...

I'm a sausage connoisseur. I didn't know it until this week, but I am. I went with Max to a new Austrian restaurant called, Café Katja where we had Bratwurst and Bernerwurstel (prosciutto-wrapped and cheese-filled sausage). An hour after dinner I swore off sausage through 2010.
(pictured is Max and I before the inevitable sausage coma)

Then yesterday morning I ate the best kolache that I have ever had; not just any kolache, but a jalapeño cheddar kolache. Donna brought it back from Texas. It was at least 2 days old when I ate it and still it was the best I’ve ever had. One can only imagine the delicious goodness that such a kolache would taste like fresh out of the oven. Its perhaps the reason why some Texans never leave the state.