I'd write something good, but I'm too hungry. I haven't had anything to eat (except water and a few pinches of salt) for 23 hours, and I'm a bit woozy. Actually, I don't feel too bad, just hot and light headed. Why not eat? I don't know, I guess I just got tired of eating. Ate a lot this weekend, and I think I'm getting fat.
I read this article today, because Rich called me fat, and I liked it a lot. Very interesting, and fitting with my reading lately, which consists mostly of things that make me ever more distrustful of just about everything. Now I'm going to eat nothing but bacon cheeseburgers (hold the bun). Corner Bistro, here I come. No fries. But I like fries. Damn, there's always a catch.
Fourth of July.. Woo Hoo!! After a particularly slothful half-week, we left for Parsippany Wednesday night. We had to escape the heat. Thursday we helped John and Naomi (Liz's sister and brother-in-law) set up for the party, attended said party, and went to bed. Friday we (Naomi, John, Chris, Gabe (Liz's brothers), us) went out to the Delaware River to do some rafting and kayaking. No whitewater here, just a leisurely float. Unfortunately they forgot to equip us with a follow raft for the cooler so we had to put it right in the raft. We went through half a bag of wine and probably almost a case of beer just in time to arrive at a 30-35 foot high train trestle straddling the river. I'm sure you can imagine what happened next.
Saturday was spent almost entirely indoors, relaxing and... frankly, I don't remember what we did. Walked the dogs.
Sunday we rose early (but not as early as planned) to come back into the city. We parked the Badunkadunk in Brooklyn and headed to Central Park to get in line for Shakespeare in the Park tickets before heading up to the Bronx for a Yankees game. It had been a long time since I'd sat in the hot sun at a ballpark, with the $7 beers, belligerent fans. I loved it. After the game we went back down to the park to see the play, Twelfth Night. The play was very well done and the theater is gorgeous.
The best thing I've got is a Roo story. We took him out to Jersey with us rather than face the prospect of a shit covered apartment on our return. Roo isn't too familiar with cars, the outdoors, or basically anything. He protested a bit in the carrying bag, so we let him out. The Badunk is a big car, he should feel pretty comfortable, right? He freaked out. He made this face the whole time.
Okay, it's not a very good story, but it's a very good face. Gave me the shivers.
Photos:
Fourth of July
Rafting
Yankees
Central Park
