Sunday, July 22, 2007

the kind of fun we have: a pictorial

Laura: "So, have you ridden your air mattress yet?"

Me: "I...what?"

Laura: "Ridden your air mattress."

Me: {confused} "Um, like, down the stairs? Or..."

Laura: "Hahaha, no. Remember, I told you I can ride the air mattress while it inflates?"

Me: "Oh! Right! I totally forgot about that. And it kind of eats you up and spits you out?"

Laura: "Yep! Wanna see?"

Devin: "Why have we not been doing this for entertainment on a nightly basis?"

Monday, July 09, 2007

please, sir, may i have some more?

The biggest response to my last post has come in the form of my friends (female) asking about the shoes.

First of all, I have to note that I posted the picture of my shoes because, while I do believe I looked pretty good on Saturday night, most of the pics that we took with our camera either (a) don't show my dress or (b) aren't that fantabulous. I am hoping beyond hope that one or more of my cousins got a better shot, because frankly, I'm kind of as much in love with the dress as with the shoes. (Cousins? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?)

Now. On to the shoe wonderfulness.

The Glorious Red Shoes (tm, and not to be confused with the movie of almost the same name which is lovely and sad) were acquired in Georgetown, with my mother, at the Steve Madden store. We had good luck there in Charleston and we stopped in here to find Mom a pair of flip-flops because her flats were giving her blisters, and I found the red patents I'd been craving for months.

Because the shoes are from a retailer who is happy to create products in various and sundry colours, they are indeed available in navy patent (Jasmin) and ivory/white (Torie). Not necessarily online, but yeah. And! They are sale-priced!

I'm telling you. I should be a personal shopper. Shoes, glorious shoes...

Sunday, July 08, 2007

lucky ducks

We attended the wedding of my cousin Andy and his wife Barbara this weekend, up in Baltimore. To be more precise, we attended the wedding yesterday, which -- for those of you who have of late been vacationing either on Mars or under a rock -- was 7/7/07, a date deemed auspicious and thus booked out the wazoo for weddings across America (and beyond, too).

Because we were "groom's side," it was one of those events where we knew half the people really well and the other half, essentially, not at all, so we ended up spending all the time with the family -- which was, I have to say, well worth it. My cousins are pretty uniformly awesome people, and I say this knowing full well that (a) some of them probably read this and (b) they know enough about me that I must never ever anger any of them in the slightest way.

Hi, Shapiro cousins! I love you!

Seriously, though, we had the best time hanging out in Relative Central. If there's one thing that the cousins know how to do, it's get dolled up to the nines and rock one hell of a party. Particularly with an open bar. (Kidding! Well, not really. OK, not at all.)

We also spent a lot of time with my parents, who came to D.C. first and helped us put the finishing touches on the apartment (NOT THAT I HAVE MY COFFEE TABLE YET, STUPID SHIPPING COMPANY). We did a little exploring in Georgetown and the Penn Quarter, had dinner at Jaleo, and then drove up to Baltimore together; on Sunday, we had brunch at and explored the Baltimore Museum of Art, which was a completely lovely place and has a stunning collection of Impressionists, mostly Matisse. We had to drop the folks off at the airport today and I already miss them.

And, of course, Barbara and Andy seemed happier than is humanly possible to be. They're very sweet together and also very ready for children, which is awesome, because they live forty-five minutes away and I can visit. Huzzah!

Mazel tov, Mr. and Mrs. Klau!

Saturday, July 07, 2007

pogue a-go-go

OK, I admit it. I have a weensy geekcrush on David Pogue.

Did I say "weensy?" Yeah, so by "weensy" I clearly meant "ginormous, or the same size as an old ENIAC-era mainframe." Hee.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

for luke, wherever this may find him

Recipe: Cold-Brewed Iced Coffee

Time: 5 minutes, plus 12 hours’ resting

1/3 cup ground coffee (medium-coarse grind is best)
Milk (optional).

1. In a jar, stir together coffee and 1 1/2 cups water. Cover and let rest at room temperature overnight or 12 hours.

2. Strain twice through a coffee filter, a fine-mesh sieve or a sieve lined with cheesecloth. In a tall glass filled with ice, mix equal parts coffee concentrate and water, or to taste. If desired, add milk.

Yield: Two drinks.

Next time, kid!