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During my recent trip to NYC/LBI, I had the pleasure of toting along my new camera, aka “The Rebel”. I wasn’t the designated picture taker for the weekend, but decided I’d bring it along to play around with it a bit. My favorite feature so far is the sports setting. You can just hold down the clicker and it takes a ton of pictures really quickly.
I can’t show my favorite sequence, it involves a lighthouse and is a bit naughty, but I can show the sequence that produced the most amazing picture ever.
At first glance, we just thought it looked like a fun sequence of pictures. But, upon second glance we realized we were sitting on a bid of gold. Alyson had just taken a shower and clipped back part of her hair as it was drying. Look a little closer…
That is one fine lookin’ mullet if I’ve ever seen one! Of course, this inspired me to do a little photoshop action… clearly, I had a vision. And it involved two words, four syllables.
El Camino. The mullet of cars. Business in the front, party in the back. Rawr.
From Abe Frohman. Sausage King of Chicago.
I’ve come to realize that a weekend in NYC is about as therapeutic as a week on the beach in Cabo. Opposite ends on the relaxation spectrum of course. I had never been to the city at Christmastime and decided to cross that off my to-do list for the year. Luckily, 4Janks was accepting visitors.
When I arrived, I headed straight to meet Alyson and then we headed straight to the Red Lion. Suitcase in tow. It was Sarah’s birthday (the other half of apartment 4Janks). Vodka, O Bomb, vodka, O Bomb, O Bomb, O Bomb… we’ll you get the picture. It was a fun night and someone may or may not of lost a mole (mole, mole, mole) in the process.
Sexiest Birthday Girl Alive…
After the Red Lion, we headed to Automatic Slims. Suitcase still in tow. I’ve never had to roll through a dance floor before, literally. I kept uttering out “excuse me”s for the hundreds of toes I rolled over. Oops. At least 4Janks knew the DJ so I got to request NKOTB’s “Please Don’t Go Girl”. I was definitely the only one singing. But, that’s what Cornell gets for having it on his playlist.
The remaining birthday crew…
After leaving Slim’s around 3am, pizza just had to be ordered and I got to witness the most awesome display of Old Bay love (yes, the seasoning used for shrimp boils) I’ve ever seen. And probably will ever see for that matter. Old Bay on an avocado, Old Bay on pizza… the possibilities are clearly endless.
Friday had a bit of a slow start. I was clearly on vacation, but who knew Alyson and Sarah were, too? We ordered in breakfast around 11 am, and one of them went to work at about noon. The other made the executive decision NOT to go into work around 1. 4Janks lives the good live.
I spent the afternoon walking around and shopping. That night we headed up to Columbus Circle for dinner and to see the pretty lights.
More lights…
Then, we went and saw Elf. Our tickets were purchased at the last minute, so we had partial view seats. Our seats were on the first row, halfway in the audience, halfway in the orchestra. The stage was eye level, so if you wanted to see what was happening in the back of the stage, you better ask for a phonebook or booster seat. The show was really good though. Norm from “Cheers” played Santa.
Saturday was a bit more productive of a day. We got up and headed to Chelsea Market. Such cool decorations. A tree made out of broken CD’s.
We then headed to see the Rockette’s.
And finished the early evening with a walk by Rockefeller…
Along 5th Ave and up to the Plaza…
And a drink at the “World Renowned Plaza Hotel”. A Hot Toddy to help bring my voice back. No such luck.
And some sort of Christmassy, yet more summer like, drink for Alyson…
We ended the evening with dinner at Moustache…
Oh, but how could I forget?!? We had a run in with the Chanukah Clown outside of the Plaza. That’s a “honk, honk” from the clown on the left.
Thanks to 4Janks for showing me a good time!
Last weekend was my trip to DC aka Reston, Virginia. It was a good ol family reunion… minus Lance. We had plenty of hangout time and got to celebrate mi padre and Uncle Bruce’s birthdays.
Over the course of the weekend I had two brushes with fame.
First was watching my Dad’s new HBO movie starring Claire Danes. However, we only managed to watch the first 30 seconds of it. Which we watched about 5 or 6 times trying to pause it just right so we could see our movie star…
It’s a movie about an autistic girl called Temple Grandin. It looked like a really good movie and hopefully one day I’ll get to see the rest of it.
Next, I got to have lunch with the Gov’na! I hadn’t seen Leah since college, so it was great to catch up. Our friendship was formed in Jolly Old England. She was my partner in crime in taking jacka$$ pictures.
Happy belated St. Patrick’s, by the way. We ventured into the District one day to see the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibit at my favorite museum in DC. The Phillips Collection, you should check it out next time.
It was a fun trip and I got to spend so much quality time with my favorite little monkey…
This is what it looks like to live in Dallas. IFFD!
Hold your breath, I am back. It was a busy December and since I’m low on time these days, I’m gonna quickly recap the last couple weeks.
I already told you about Graceland. And about the Elfing. So after that, there was the White Rock Marathon Relay. I ran with Robyn and some her of Speech Path peeps. I had the last leg, which was 6.2 and slightly downhill most of the way. Which is probably why I was able to set a 10K PR of 47:48. The nervous energy had been bundling up all morning as I waited for my turn and so it’s no wonder I thought I was going to pass out at the 3 mile marker when my time was under 22 minutes. I took about 3 ten second baby walk breaks but kept up my pace. Originally, I was hoping I could keep us under the 4 hour mark, but when it got closer, I decided to shoot for under 3:45. And we did just that… 3:44. 6th place in your division isn’t too shabby.
That same weekend I also took my Audit final and (hopefully) became CPA eligible. I’ve re-evaluated my transcript 15 times to make sure I meet the requirements, so unless there’s something dumb I missed, I should be in. And with that I made the plunge and purchased my CPA review course. Holy Batman balls, that stuff ain’t cheap. It costs about 3 times what it should, in my humble opinion. FYI, come March when I plan to start studying, you might not see or hear from me for a while. And it won’t be because your armpits stink.
Christmas came next and there are really only two things to say about that.
One, here are the tackiest Christmas decorations I’ve ever seen. An inflatable Santa popping out of a NASCAR car with a polar bear waving a checkered flag? Really, Texas? And yes, I maneuvered my way on to these people’s lawn to get a close-up.
Two, what could be a better Christmas gift than matching his and her’s Snuggies? I really don’t think it get’s any better than this.
I know I left out a lot, but there are a few highlights. Stay tuned for an update on the Daniel Fast as well as my new ride…
Just in time for the holidays, I have a new Christmas story to share. My dear friend, Suzanna, told it to me the other day and I couldn’t resist passing it along. It’s a story about two elves who attended a party at their friend Laurie’s house. I hope you enjoy!
Here’s a story about naughty elves…
Here they are up on arrival, they look nice enough…
But then they did a jig in front of the tree to celebrate the start of Christmas, which
made them very tired so they had to take a quick nap, which
made their armpits a little stinky and their hair really greasy so they took a shower and
were caught in the act!
Nature calls at odd times, you can’t help it. Good thing she has two toilets in her bathroom!
Elves love babies so they stopped to say hi to the one on the couch.
Posing with the Christmas activities is what elves do best!
Naughty elves, they took a trench coat, Monica Lewinsky photo. You have to keep an eye on them!
Love,
Emily Elf and Suzanna Elf
I’m trying to get caught up on all my blog posts, luckily I have an entire Saturday, pretty much to myself, to get a few things done. I may or may not be putting up my Christmas tree later. Which I know goes against standard Graceland Christmas decoration rules, but this is a matter of it’s now or never. I will be gone the next 2 weekends and what’s the point in setting up Santa’s workshop halfway through December?
Sorry for the tangent, I’ll get back to the safari. I’m not really sure where to begin with this post, but I’ll begin by saying there’s a lot you can do with dried up cow patties. On the safari we went on, there was plenty of time for horsing around and since we’re a creative bunch, we came up with lots of games.
After a dinner in town Friday, we went back to FTR and the boys set up a little fire for us. After a couple hours of sitting around it, talking about who knows what, Laurie and I got a second wind around 1 am and came up with freestyle bonfire jumping. Maybe not your smartest game, but it’s not like the bonfire was that large.
Saturday morning, we took off in an attempt to see a falcon destroy a duck or two. Unfortunately, the falcon decided to fly 10 miles away and attack another bird. After an hour of standing around, we gave up and decided to move on.
We drove all around the ranch that afternoon, and at one point we saw a random cemetary, so we pulled over to get out and look. After taking a picture or two, we started throwing dried up cow patties at each other. Good times. I then saw a large branch on the ground, picked it up in attempt to use it as a baseball bat.
Unfortunately, the branch was pretty heavy and I choked up too much. So when I swung, the branch had more momentum than I could control, and the part underneath my hands swung around and scraped the crap out of my stomach and arms. And to make matters worse, I just about lost my balance and fell into a cactus patch. I looked up and saw just about everyone, especially Mary, wetting their pants. That could have been ugly and I have a feeling that if I had fallen into the patch, everyone only would have laughed harder. Including myself.
The cactus of course only made us think of a new game. Freestyle cactus jumping. And if that wasn’t enough… synchronized cactus hurdles. I mean, really, the possibilities of ranch style olympics are endless.
After the games had ended, we hauled butt to get happy hour supplies and make it to the top of Flat Top Mountain in order to see the sunset. Nothing says a classy Texas style happy hour better than wine in red plastic cups and brie cheese layed out on rock.
Sunday morning we got up and decided to go check on this mysterious creature that we found swimming around in the bottom of a well. Most likely it was just a frog, but we wondered how a frog could get down there. So, we went to the dump to get a bucked and some rope and then we lowered it into the well. When we tried to pull it back out, we realized we should have poked holes in the bottom so the water would drain. But, since we didn’t, we couldn’t lift the bucket back out of the water. We tried tying it to Patch’s hitch, but of course the rope snapped. Luckily, we had a fishing pole in the trunk, so we got it out in an attempt to fish for this mysterious frog. Of course that didn’t work either, but after an hour of starring down this well, we safely concluded that it was a frog.
In need of a little more exploration, we went to the horse barn and walked around. We went up the stairs where it was completely dark. I was definitely channeling Silence of The Lambs as we slowly walked through the hallway and rooms without really being able to see. We stumbled upon a few toilets and decided to pop a squat. The flash makes it look like it was light, but it so was not. Which is probably why Laurie couldn’t see Suz and I were being jacka$$es while she happily squatted and smiled.
I’m pretty sure this qualifies as Not Something Snow White Would Do (NSSWWD)…
Love this picture.
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