This weekend is proving to be cold, so earlier today we did one of our favorite weekend pastimes and went to the matinee. Matinees are great in New York, because 1) it's only $6 and 2) half of the city isn't awake yet, so they are usually not crowded (unless you're seeing something the first weekend, but you definitely don't have to get there as early). We went to see True Grit. Me likey. Mr. D. likey.
About 20 minutes into the movie, I heard someone snoring. At first, I thought it was part of the soundtrack. No, it was a guy all the way in the front - everyone in the theater could hear him (only about 15 of us). Eventually, it just became background noise, but Mr. D kept glaring at the guy every once in a while - not that he knew.
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Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saturday Errands
This morning we headed out for coffee and took Sasha to the dog park - which is pretty standard fare for a weekend morning. Mr. D had decided that he wanted to make duck confit, and luckily, he realized while we were out that he needed some olive oil. Trader Joe's is fairly close, and much cheaper than Whole Foods, so we went there.
To get to Trader Joe's we have to go out of Madison Square Park on the south side, and Sasha always gets confused when we do that - she always tries to go inside Home Depot, and if we don't go in there, she tries to go in Best Buy - silly dog. We finally get to Trader Joe's, but obviously we can't go in there with the dog, so I waited outside.
I was planning on making an apple pie, so I looked up the recipe on my iPhone and emailed Mr. D the apples I needed. A bit later he came out, with only one kind of apple, olive oil, pomegranates and two pieces of frozen fish - he picked those up just because they were "only $10." Silly boy - if I had done that he would have called me cheap.
Now we're back home and I'm getting ready for an impromptu baby shower, then meeting Mr. D at Hill Country for a UT watch party catered by the Law Alumni group - whoo hoo! Then I have the apartment all to myself tonight while Mr. D goes to a men-only dinner party at R&J's house (J is out of town). More on this later...
To get to Trader Joe's we have to go out of Madison Square Park on the south side, and Sasha always gets confused when we do that - she always tries to go inside Home Depot, and if we don't go in there, she tries to go in Best Buy - silly dog. We finally get to Trader Joe's, but obviously we can't go in there with the dog, so I waited outside.
I was planning on making an apple pie, so I looked up the recipe on my iPhone and emailed Mr. D the apples I needed. A bit later he came out, with only one kind of apple, olive oil, pomegranates and two pieces of frozen fish - he picked those up just because they were "only $10." Silly boy - if I had done that he would have called me cheap.
Now we're back home and I'm getting ready for an impromptu baby shower, then meeting Mr. D at Hill Country for a UT watch party catered by the Law Alumni group - whoo hoo! Then I have the apartment all to myself tonight while Mr. D goes to a men-only dinner party at R&J's house (J is out of town). More on this later...
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Labor Day Vacay
We're in North Carolina, (not the coast, but golf country) at the rental house my parents got, get this - 18 years ago. I haven't been here in years, I think Mr. D has been here more recently than I have, for one of my dad's birthday golf trips. It was weird coming back, and especially weird since we're the only ones here (we invited J&R to come with us, but R's parents are in NYC to see his new nephew).
Earlier in the week, Hurricane Earl gave us a bit of pause, but we realized that we weren't going to be anywhere near close enough to the coast to worry about it, so here we are, relaxing in the gorgeous weather, the faint smell of grilling in the air as the UT vs. Rice game gets started.
Thinking about the hurricane makes me think of all the "recent hurricanes, which I have been lucky enough to avoid my traveling. I remember Hurricane Rita, which caused HUGE amounts of panic, as almost all of Houston evacuated to Dallas/Austin, remembering Katrina, which struck New Orleans just weeks before. Mr. D and I had just met that summer, and his friends were trying to get me to wait out the storm in Austin with him, but I was all set to go to San Francisco for my friend Sara's wedding - and was able to move my flight up a day. The window in my office overlooked I-45, and the road was completely bumper-to-bumper with cars, and the southbound traffic was non-existent, as they had closed the road so people could use that side for northbound traffic, too. My dad took me to the airport the next morning, and the streets were deserted (Mom and little sis had gone to Dallas, but Dad was staying with my uncle who had just had surgery). Later that afternoon, they closed the airport, but, as we learned from the news in San Francisco, the storm was not nearly as bad as had been predicted.
Two years ago, as we were spending a week at my parents' house after our honeymoon, but before driving up to NYC, my Mom actually made us leave early, so that we would miss Hurricane Gustav, which turned out to be a dud of a storm.
Two weeks after that, we moved into our apartment, and my brother and a couple of his friends came up to visit for Labor day before his second year of med school at UT Galveston. While he was up, Ike hit Galveston hard, and we just had to watch the news for word, while the boys realized what they had left undone back home. My brother realized he had left all of his textbooks on the floor, while we kept reassuring another that someone must have thought to get his turtle before leaving town (despite the fact that the frat house flooded, the turtle was fine).
We've been relatively lucky to have funny stories about what happened during the hurricanes and not stories of injury or destruction (though my brother did have a huge job to deal with as fraternity president that year).
Earlier in the week, Hurricane Earl gave us a bit of pause, but we realized that we weren't going to be anywhere near close enough to the coast to worry about it, so here we are, relaxing in the gorgeous weather, the faint smell of grilling in the air as the UT vs. Rice game gets started.
Thinking about the hurricane makes me think of all the "recent hurricanes, which I have been lucky enough to avoid my traveling. I remember Hurricane Rita, which caused HUGE amounts of panic, as almost all of Houston evacuated to Dallas/Austin, remembering Katrina, which struck New Orleans just weeks before. Mr. D and I had just met that summer, and his friends were trying to get me to wait out the storm in Austin with him, but I was all set to go to San Francisco for my friend Sara's wedding - and was able to move my flight up a day. The window in my office overlooked I-45, and the road was completely bumper-to-bumper with cars, and the southbound traffic was non-existent, as they had closed the road so people could use that side for northbound traffic, too. My dad took me to the airport the next morning, and the streets were deserted (Mom and little sis had gone to Dallas, but Dad was staying with my uncle who had just had surgery). Later that afternoon, they closed the airport, but, as we learned from the news in San Francisco, the storm was not nearly as bad as had been predicted.
Two years ago, as we were spending a week at my parents' house after our honeymoon, but before driving up to NYC, my Mom actually made us leave early, so that we would miss Hurricane Gustav, which turned out to be a dud of a storm.
Two weeks after that, we moved into our apartment, and my brother and a couple of his friends came up to visit for Labor day before his second year of med school at UT Galveston. While he was up, Ike hit Galveston hard, and we just had to watch the news for word, while the boys realized what they had left undone back home. My brother realized he had left all of his textbooks on the floor, while we kept reassuring another that someone must have thought to get his turtle before leaving town (despite the fact that the frat house flooded, the turtle was fine).
We've been relatively lucky to have funny stories about what happened during the hurricanes and not stories of injury or destruction (though my brother did have a huge job to deal with as fraternity president that year).
Monday, July 26, 2010
Weekend Activities
This weekend tacked on another two days of record heat (hence my really short post on Saturday). I was miserable. For example, we had J of R&J over for dinner while R was out of town, and I couldn't even change out of the shorts and tank top I had on all day. Sorry, J. We made chicken in almond butter sauce with cold, roasted zucchini, and homemade bread (zucchini and chicken from the Silver Spoon cookbook, and the bread from the Ratio cookbook). J brought over peach buckle, which is a cake-y thing made in a cast iron skillet.
Sunday, we hung out with J again and went to see SALT. We convinced Mr. D to go, despite the poor Rotten Tomato ranking - he's usually a stickler. I thought it was great - I mean, not fabulous or deeply meaningful, but definitely a fun way to spend a few hours in the air-conditioning.
Not that we don't have air-conditioning at the apartment, but, and I never thought I would say this, I miss the Texas heat. In Texas, no one is silly enough to venture outside to walk anywhere, much less the grocery store, like I did. As I tried to explain to our doorman, it may be hot, but no one goes outside until twilight. You go from your air-conditioned house to the air-conditioned car, to the air-conditioned store. Not from your air-conditioned apartment, to your un-air-conditioned hallway/elevator, to the sweltering subway station, to walk to your air-conditioned office. Disaster. Luckily, it cooled off today, but we'll just have to see about tomorrow.
Sunday, we hung out with J again and went to see SALT. We convinced Mr. D to go, despite the poor Rotten Tomato ranking - he's usually a stickler. I thought it was great - I mean, not fabulous or deeply meaningful, but definitely a fun way to spend a few hours in the air-conditioning.
Not that we don't have air-conditioning at the apartment, but, and I never thought I would say this, I miss the Texas heat. In Texas, no one is silly enough to venture outside to walk anywhere, much less the grocery store, like I did. As I tried to explain to our doorman, it may be hot, but no one goes outside until twilight. You go from your air-conditioned house to the air-conditioned car, to the air-conditioned store. Not from your air-conditioned apartment, to your un-air-conditioned hallway/elevator, to the sweltering subway station, to walk to your air-conditioned office. Disaster. Luckily, it cooled off today, but we'll just have to see about tomorrow.
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