60! Degrees! I met Husband over lunch which, despite the fact we work just a short walk from each other, never happens. We grabbed some gyros at the yummy, non-shady street meat stand and took them down to the benches along the Hudson river. We sat on a bench eating, naming people’s running styles and ahh-ing at all the cute babies and puppies that walked by.
After work, we had taco night and re-watched our bootleg copy of Slumdog Millionaire, inspired by the past weekend’s Academy Awards. Did I mention my favorite dress from the awards? Yeah.
Came home from work and attempted another Mission. Check out my pesto attempt at 3000 Miles ‘Til Dinner. Homemade pesto is so good and made even better with a new episode of Lost.
Second sketch class at UCB. We did a table reading of all our sketches and got notes from the teacher. I reached my goal of not being the worst and that is good enough for me.
I love Thursdays! Because it tends to be a day I hang with lady friends. This Thursday I wore my new boots, courtesy of SanFran Heather, who couldn’t fit these brand new cuties in her suitcase so she just gave them to me. Cause she’s nice like that. Love them!
After work it was off to drinks with Other Jess and A. Coll. We accidentally all look like secretaries out for post-office cocktails to complain about our sexist executive bosses. Whoops! Other Jess even has the Joan Holloway pen necklace to complete the look.
Next we went to Casa La Femme for a prefix dinner and champagne under a sexy tent.
There was a belly dancer who liked us at first because we tipped well…
…but I think she was worried about us stealing her Moroccan thunder.
And they have hookahs there. Hilarious!
See? Thursdays are fundays.
The rain finally set into nyc after a week of warm spring weather, so Husband and I did manicotti and a movie at home.
Jonathan’s (of Jaclyn and Jonathan) surprise birthday! And it was a surprise for all of us. We started at his brother’s apt. in the East Village where we all got t-shirts, ate pizza and did a mimosa toast. J’s brother couldn’t actually be there to give the toast, so he hired an actor off craigslist to perform it. Hilarious idea!
Then we all (like, 35 of us) walked out of the apartment in our yellow shirts to find a Colombian-style party bus waiting for us with bartenders slinging drinks and shots, a disco ball and DJ Dreamz spinning (loud!) jams. The plan was a day of seeing the city, drinking and playing games. (it should be noted that J loves nothing more than games, so Jaclyn did a perfect job party-planning).
Ash + Jon!
We were put in four teams and every 30 minutes played a game led by an MC (one of J’s best friends). The winning team would drink free at the after-party and get tickets to a Yankees vs. Red Sox Game. There was trivia, name-that-song, a dancing contest and more. When we were around Times Square, we played a game where each team had to jump out of the bus (in traffic), take a photo of the entire team with a stranger and get back on. The first team to get back on the bus and have their photo verified won.
We jumped off the bus….
Got our photo but then noticed the bus was driving away. Why was it driving away? Yeah, we were getting pulled over. And those with yellow shirts on-foot were being chased.
This is Husband, running from the NYPD.
And this is the Columbian bus owner literally pretending like he doesn’t know us. He just jumped ship and, without a yellow shirt, the cops had no idea.
Thankfully NYC is full of real crime like people shooting each other, so they ended up leaving us alone. Also, sorry I’m thankful for people shooting people. We did have to sprint like Forrest Gump to get back on the bus. But at least we probably burned enough calories to account for the first couple jager shots that were squirted into our mouths via canteen when we first got on the bus. Yikers.
Dance party with Jaclyn!
And everyone else!
In the end, people’s shirts looked like this from doing the caterpillar on the bus floor.
After the party bus, we got dropped off at a bar in Brooklyn. I don’t know the name (or even where in the whole area that is Brooklyn) but I do remember that we got there and J’s dad was dressed up like a clown and serving drinks from behind the bar. Ha! We played a few more games and then left with Ash + Jon in a cabbers.
The four of us took all our dogs out and then went to an unrelated going-away party at Hill Country. Most of the people there are from Texas, so there was lots of good bbq and lots of good accents. After a serious and seriously good dinner, we went to a bar called Rodeo Bar for that after-party. You know it’s been a long day when you hit two unrelated after-parties.
We got up and felt remarkable considering we had spent our entire Saturday having gluttonous fun. We took Walter for a good walk and ate breakfast at Waverly Restaurant, our fave local diner. Then Cyrus got swooped up and taken to work for the majority of the day. I went home to do the following:
Kind of a 'lil recap because work is busy. Busy! But good! Really good! And so’s life and stuff!
Work work work. Also, really good work news. I loooooove good work news. Came home and made celebratory tuna melts because nothing says “yippee!” like a tuna melt made with cheesy abandon. A little tv and early to bed.
Made a delicious dinner of East Indian Lamb Kofta with yogurt sauce and coconut rice as a gift for drum teacher and fast-friend Heather. You can read about the dish on my other blog 3000 Miles ‘Til Dinner. The bottom line is Heather moved to San Fransisco to focus on her music and her rad boyfriend. Which I find EXTREMELY selfish considering how much fun we are missing together.
Also, this is Heather. I stole this photo off the internet. Sorry, internet!
I know. Right? Yeah. And also you should buy all her band’s albums here.
After dinner and a glass of a super crisp and delicious sauvigon blanc, we had my last drum lesson. Until I find a new female teacher who will surely have 1/500th of the talent Heather does. BO-RING.
Happy birthday to pooch! Happy birthday to pooch! Happy 5th birthday to our baby boy Walter……Happy birthday to pooch!
Here are all his presents.
He started with the squeakiest one.
Another chicken to add to his almost exclusively poultry-themed toy collection.
Original Chicken (he recently chewed the head off)
Kenny Roger’s Roaster Chicken
And now this is Dirty Bird. (pictured with Big Chicken and Pizza)
So proud of his new chicken.
Next, his once-a-year fancy wet food he loves so much.
Yes, he opens all his own presents with little to no help.
He looks ferocious, but that’s just a really, really, really cheesy smile. Trout Feast!
Staking his claim on Trout Feast like a regular Claim Jumper with one paw on his prize. And some wrapping paper in his mouth.
And the wrapping paper just sort of stayed there.
And we couldn’t stop laughing when he ran into the kitchen for some Trout Feast and he had wrapping paper stuck to his foot, too. Classic Walter The Dog.
Happy Birthday, little man. We love you.
*not pictured: the yearly post-wet-food blow out.
All this birthday excitement and it happened before work! After work, I had my first UCB sketch writing class with a couple she-writer friends. I loved it.
After work, Laddie and I walked to my apartment, made a spread of meats and cheeses and a little wine and primped before going to Heather’s going-away party. A tube of red lipstick later, we arrived. It was mostly a work function with friends from Husband’s work (Heather is one of his writers) and Husband was no where to be seen. As it turns out, he had to work late so I hung with new faces and a couple glasses of bubbley for some hours before he got there. It was great to hang with Laddie outside of work, look at all the interesting people and pretty outfits and toast to Heather and her new adventure.
Eventually Cyrus arrived and we danced the night away and ended up in our kitchen in the wee hours of the morning making tipsy barbecue pork sandwiches and giggling.
Got my hairs done. All of them! Here’s me and Paul, the most hilarious hairdresser ever, pretending to be avant-garde under the heat lamp thingy.
And here are some animal heads that watched me get my hairs done.
And the final product.
After work, I wasn’t ready to go straight home because nothing gives a girl energy like getting gussied up at the parlor. So I met Husband at a Cigar Bar called Bar and Books in our neighborhood. We aren’t really cigar people, but we both just felt like doing something old fashioned and a little weird. And it was both…and positively delightful!
-Long walk with Walter in the 60 degree sunshine.
-Dropped off Husband’s dry cleaning while he got all of his hairs done.
-Got a manicure in my favorite “Skinny Dippin’ in Lake Michigan” nude. LOVE.
-Walked around by myself and took this photo, which Husband later blogged.
-Met back up with Husband and we bellied up to our favorite bar Wilfie and Nell for an afternoon beer.
-Tried to go to see Avatar (seriously, I will see it someday), but it was sold out. Oh, New York. Why are you so popular? (oh yeah, now I remember). We ended up at One if by land, Two if by sea to drink Manhattans and listen to the very old fashioned piano player. It used to be Aaron Burr’s Carriage house and we read all about the history of the building. Also, it’s haunted. By Burr and his daughter, Theodosia (who was kidnapped by pirates). Burr is known to push people up and down the stairs and Theodosia steals earrings right off people’s ears while they sit at the bar.
Doesn’t Aaron Burr look a little Cusack-y?
And Theodosia totally looks like a sneaky earring snatcher.
-Walked to Chinatown.
-Ate a little dim sum.
-Then ate some dumplings.
-Turned into a dumpling.
-Cooked dinner and ate it and stuff. Lovely lazy Sunday.
Husband got off a little earlier then I did and went home to take the dog baby out so we could go out to eat. I’ve been wanting to take Husband to Keste Pizza on Bleeker ever since I took brother Jason there because it was voted best slice in NYmag last year. We had the arugula salad, salami pizza and a couple Italian beers. It was a good, good way to start the week. Then we went home and watched the conclusion to Let The Right One In to discover that the movie ends quite differently then the book. Hmmmmmm.
Hot off the heels from blaunching (blaunching = blog launching. Yeah, I just made it up.) 3000 Miles Til Dinner, I had to keep the cooking momentum going. So I made MIL’s Coconut Curry Soup. It was goo-ood. I served it up after Husband got home from basketball.
Husband’s real birthday! I woke up nice and early so I could take the dog out and make him breakfast. I sent him to work with a special birthday lunch which included the elusive heart tart I made when I attempted MIL’s pecan tart. He ended up getting taken out to lunch with brother-in-law Dylan, which is even better!
After worky time, we went back to the apartment. Husband opened up all his birthday cards from family and got some tunes going on his new Technic Turntables (a gift from me and all the fam) while I made Birthday Pimm’s Cups. Recipe is as follows.
RECIPE FOR HIS AND HER BIRTHDAY PIMM’S CUPS
Two cute cups with your initial on it full of ice. (j =jessica or c = cyrus)
One healthy pour of Pimm’s in each.
Topper-offer of Ginger Ale.
Squeeze of lemon.
A pretty little lemon round as garnish.
Girl cup gets the feisty kitten straw and Boy cup gets the orange goldfish kitty is chasing.
Then I gave Husband his present! Behold, the Nike SB Dharma shoes.
Nike + Lost + so fresh and so clean shoes = perfect birthday present.
Better photos and details on these shoes here. Then we ventured out into the snowy world and went to Bill’s Bar and Burger (appropriately in the meatpacking district) for hamburgers, cold beer and disco fries! Disco fries? Yes, disco fries! Disco fries are cheesy fries with gravy. Kind of like a poor but awesome man’s poutine.
And because we were going out for a big birthday party on Saturday, Cyrus special-requested that we go home and just eat a cupcake and watch Nurse Jackie.Request: granted!
Snow Day! I made JohnCooksStuff’s Orecceta Pasta with spicy Sausage and Broccoli Rabe. Because I’ve been fantasizing about it since I had it the first time. And you know what? It tasted just as I remember it. Accompanied by a glass of really good Malbec courtesy of A. Coll and a movie? Yes please.
Snow Day! A few work peeps ventured out into the feet and feet of snow in search of Hot Toddy’s. And we found some at Kettle of Fish.
We also found a dart board.
Work friend Grant and I played a game. Yeah…
After worky snow day, I met up with Actress Dawn for some snacks at Snack Taverna. Cue the gorgeous photography. Um…
Followed by an off-broadway play at the MCC theater. It’s called The Pride, an English play starring Hugh Dancy (Claire Dane’s husband) and a couple other really talented actors. Looking forward to more adult thespian nights!
Cyrus’ JapaScandigarian Birthday Jam!
It started with one of the most delicious Japanese dinners at the hidden Sakagura in MidTown East with brother-in-law Dylan, his girlfriend Jennifer, Luke, his girlfriend Meranne and A.Coll. You have to go in and under an office building to find it. But once there, you have NYC’s largest sake selection and small plate after small plate of utter delight.
Here’s Cyrus venturing underground…
Luke and Meranne snacking. Umeboshi!
Displaying our very, very, very fancy (third) bottle of sake. We had A. Coll there to be our sake sommelier because her boyfriend used to own a sake house in Portland, OR.
And A.Coll, demonstrating the proper way to drink sake.
The waiter cooked tiny pieces of beef on a hot stone.
After dinner, we headed to White Slab Palace in the LES, a Scandinavian Bar, to meet up with all of Cyrus’ friends. Drinks were had. Introductions were made. Then we headed to a Bulgarian Dance Club called Mehanata where I had a guest list waiting at the door so everyone could get in free and without waiting in line. There was a Bulgarian band playing downstairs next to the bar and a DJ and full-on Bulgarian dance party on the second floor. Oh, but the highlight was the Ice Cage. Ice Cage! Six of us braved the Ice Cage, a refridgerated chamber lined with bottles and bottles of vodka. They dressed us all in authentic Bulgarian Army uniforms, gave us each a shot glass made of ice and locked us in there for 2 minutes of vodka drinking mayhem. Thankfully, I took a lot more photos then shots. Here are just a few of them…
After the Ice Cage, the vodka had a very strange effect on A. Coll turning her into a Bulgarian table dancing girl just for the occasion. PRICELESS.
After the Bulgarian bar, we headed out and found a reggae bar close. Bob Marley + Red Stripes = cyrus and jessica dance-off until 3am. Yes, it did.
Woke up. Ate breakfast. Watched a movie. Took a nap. Woke up. Ate lunch. Watched a movie. Took a nap. Woke up.
“I just registered for a childbirth prep refresher course. It’s April 24th. I hope she stays in there long enough for me to go to that. I forgot how to swaddle. And is it 5-1-1 for contractions (five minutes apart, lasting for at least minute, happening consistently for an hour)? 4-1-1? More like 9-1-1! Shit!”—Best friend Evie on her blog Ferocious G.