This weekend, one of my dearest friends visited me in new york (from seattle) for the very first time. She braved her first overnight absence from her baby boy, Van, (which means her husband, our other dear friend Brad, braved his first couple nights without Van’s mama) so that she could come here to throw me an early birthday celebration for two.
She arrived Friday night and, because she is a die-hard, rock chalk KU fan, we watched Kansas make their way to the Elite 8 from the comfort of the west vil bird nest. Before the game started, I grabbed us my favorite pie (half pepperoni half sliced meatball and peppers, of course) from John’s pizza, some beers and we cozied in for some basketball and a hearty life download.
The next morning, we started the day as I often start a day with a new friend in town. With lobster rolls and a musical! We went to Mary’s Fish Camp, because it’s right there and it’s the quintessential ladies-that-lunch-on-things-featuring-mayo experience.
Then we hopped on the 1 train and headed uptown to the theater district.
Nicole treated me to a broadway show for my 30th birthday! (more on that tiny fact later. yikers, 30). We saw the brand new Priscilla Queen of the Desert and it was a glittery, wig-and-madonna-filled spectacle. Produced by Better Midler, so you can imagine.
I have seen the Australian film, like, 50 times thanks to my tendency in high school to like a certain thing to the point of obsession. A trait that also landed me in the Rocky Horror Picture Show Fan Club and to stand in many-a-looooong-line for a ticket to see No Doubt. That is how much I loved Priscilla. And it was so fun to see it taken to the stage. Such a tailor-made (and generous) gift!
Get it, girl.
After the show, we stepped right into the madness of Times Square.
It was so fun to be right in the bustle of broadway in the middle of the day. And although Nicole has been to new york on multiple occasions and I obviously have some big apple under my belt, it was special seeing it together for the first time. I will treasure it.
As one could guess, we decided that we needed to have a manhattan rooftop cocktail to commemorate the day. So we took a cabbers to The Standard’s Boom Boom Room in the meatpacking district. The hipster fairy floated down from above donning sunglasses and granted us a magical last minute reservation at a table with a glorious view. And Nicole treated us for my birthday (again, sheesh!) to a cocktail with lavender and a cocktail with honey.
Nothing like a couple $20 cocktails in my two favorite flavors to convince yourselves it’s the best cocktail you’ve ever tasted! We toasted my coming-of-age and I soaked in sage advice from one of the most eloquent advice-givers I know. It’s true.
At one point a little jazz band showed up and we switched to the Hudson River side to watch the sunset over Jersey, listen to the music and soak in the golden-hued room.
That night, we met up with BIL, Dylan, at Barrow Street Ale House in our neighborhood to watch the end of another basketball game. Gooooo sports! Then we headed to the East Vil for Venezuelan arepas at Caracas. YUM. Then we ventured home where Husband insisted that Nicole and I slumper party in the good bed. Because it’s been, like, over a year since Nicole has gotten more than five hours of sleep. So she snuggled in next to me and slept for a solid and much needed 9-ish hours. “Happy Birthday to me”, she said. Ha.
The next morning, we all sat around the table and sipped coffee.
Nicole went on a short run along the Westside Highway while Husband and I took Walter on a walk. Then we all reconvened for Ukrainian soul food lunch at Veselka.
Nicole and I learned years ago that we have serious share-bear chemistry. We shared cabbage rolls, a plate of pierogi, borscht and a blintz with raspberry sauce. We’re a match made in snack-heaven.
She bought a really cute onesie for Van, but we still needed to get something for (the very deserving) Brad. So, we stopped off a Momofuku MILK bar on our walk home for the best cookies ever made. And now there are two sitting on my kitchen counter. Tonight, my little cookies. TONIGHT.
We got home in time to watch most of the Kansas game before Nicole had to hop in a car back to the airport. The game didn’t go as well as it could have. Let’s just leave it at that since it’s a pretty sensitive subject. NEXT YEAR, Jayhawks.
Being a new mom and recently taking a new job, Nicole could only do a very short trip here. But despite the fact all I wanted in the whole world was her to stay one more night so we could watch Beaches, drink wine, eat Milk Bar cookies and swap more wise words, I am grateful for the time we did have.
We had fun like it was our JOB. And considering when we met she was my boss, I say we have become stellar co-workers in the business of living. And thank you, Nicole, for treating me to a dreamy early birthday in new york—but it was your presence that was my real present. I miss you already!
or gangsta nerds? this blog entry has little to do with pregnancy other than the fact that i happened to be sitting in the “for persons with disabilities” seat on the subway and wondered if that would be ok because i was pregnant. probably it’s not ok but there’s your connection if you need one….
Maybe you should follow my friend Ashley’s hi-larious slash touching mommy-ish blog. She’s having a girl! (Just like the recently linked mommy-ish blog of my friend and her work partner, Jaclyn.) This is the year-of-the-little-lady, I’m convinced.
Spontaneous wednesday night at MSG! Which means Madison Square Garden.
Amy aka A. Coll (who my mom recently accidentally referred to as “E. Coli. Ha ha.”) got four tickets from work and invited us. And thanks to her particular line of work, they were the good kind of tickets. At the last minute Amy’s boyfriend couldn’t join us, which was sad, but Cyrus got to bring a friend, which was neat! The boys showered amy with thanks in the form of beers and brats. Which should become a standard in thanking, I say.
This brings my hot dog quota for the week to a really weird number. NO SNACK SHAME.
Cyrus brought Luke to the game. Photobomb! I should mention that they both play for their company’s basketball team and this year they made it through playoffs and right to the championship game! I’m pretty sure they spent most of the game analyzing various sports moves and gaining inspiration from the Knicks for next Tuesday’s big game.
I learned that unlike a Trailblazers or Sonics game, which is my only previous NBA experience, a Knicks game is a great place for celeb sightings. Aretha Franklin grooved out to “RESPECT” when she was introduced. Love her.
Because we were sitting behind the basket, we were given those one things that you wave during free throws. I’ve always wanted to be one of the chosen people who get to wave those things. So, if you notice anything different about me lately, it’s because I WAS CHOSEN.
It was a loss for The Knicks, but a win for The Coulters. A big thank you to A. Coll for treating us to such a fun night. We are forever friends in new yorkness.
This tart is a year ‘round dessert’ because we are lucky enough to find baking apples in our markets all year long. Under ‘just wing it” below you’ll find suggestions for using other fresh fruit as it comes into season in the summer months.
Pan: 10” fluted tart pan
Prep time: 60 minutes
Hoping to attempt Mission #50 tonight: MIL’s Apple-Almond Tart. I can’t belive we’re halfway to 100 Missions.
***Stop by 3000 Miles ‘Til Dinner to see the latest culinary quests I’ve been on with my MIL and fellow DIL!***
We just got a spontaneous invite to enjoy some company tickets with A. Coll tonight. Snacks! Friends! Beer! High kicks! Celebs! That’s what my kind of sports are made of. (I’ll let everyone else have the job of being there for all the right, sporty reasons)
I might need to embrace my inner-New-Yorkish and buy a Knicks hat.
hey! i saw on the 3000 miles til dinner blog that you are a copywriter for an ad agency in new york...thats awesome! i go to school in the city and i took a copywriting class and i loved it.
Hey there. And wow, thanks for reading my blogs, plural! It’s true that I am a copywriter in nyc. And I say take more classes! The world needs more good lady-writers. And if you like to write funny spots (which aren’t funny things the best kind of things?) you’re basically getting paid to tell jokes. Ok, that’s a huge generalization, but still. Jokes pay my rent. So there. Also, when on production, they keep you in free snacks. Just sayin’.
Feel free to email me if you have questions along the way. email@example.com
A story from the New Yorker, as seen on friend Steph’s blog Huske Pup. (she just had a baby. congrats, steph!)
In the article, Tina Fey’s take on motherhood will surely speak to moms out there, but I particularly loved the parallel to being a woman in a mostly-dudes creative world. Hey, that’s me! She’s just so funny.
Also, I loved this sentiment.
“Either way, everything will be fine,” she said, smiling, and for a little while I was pulled out of my anxious, stunted brain cloud. “Everything will be fine” was a possibility that had not occurred to me.
Saturday afternoon was spent in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, at a bar called P.J. Hanley’s for Jonathan’s birthday. Jaclyn rented out the back room, kept everyone in beer and wings and prepared a ceremony to honor J’s recent achievement of breaking 100 in golf. It should be noted that I have no idea what that means. But it sounds really neat and sporty!
She punctuated the momentous occasion with a trumpet player who musically lead the entire party outside to where the ceremony was to take place a la the Pied Piper: high school band camp edition and with drunk people instead of rats. Then, Jonathan’s friends roasted him with some pretty funny one-liners. (all photos courtesy of Jaclyn!)
Finally, with the help of the trumpateer, which is not a word, Jaclyn presented her husband with a commemorative green jacket. And then he blew out candles on cute golf-theme’d cupcakes that she made herself.
O’Douls for the pregnant lady!
After some day drinking, we headed back to the Vil, took ‘er easy and finally saw The Fighter. LOVED!
FLASHBACK to the same occasion, last year. So fun!
Another very sunny (76 degrees!) and snacky weekend with The Coulters.
On Friday night we went to a West Vil cocktails and cupcakes 1st birthday soiree for my friend Mandy’s little girl, Tuesday. The lady of honor wore pink, of course, and looked like a gorgeous, mini-ballerina. It was the classiest 1st birthday party in history!
After the party, we picked up Walter the dog and de-classed ourselves at Hudson Diner. We sat outside (outside!!!!!) and ate grilled cheese sandwiches and cold beer.
Then on Saturday, we ran some errands in the neighborhood and shared a Recession Special at Gray’s Papaya. Did you even know that our local Gray’s is the same location that Carrie Bradshaw snacks at in SATC after her book signing? You think it’s weird that I know that? Oh. Cool.
Husband, my hot dog hunter and gatherer.
Recession Special = 2 franks and a papaya drink for $4.45. We both like kraut, no grilled onions, ketchup and mustard. One time we heard a guy order “a recession special, the burnt ones” and now we’re kind of obsessed with getting the burnt ones.
Four brand new things is a perfectly reasonable limit with each changing season. I’m keeping things feminine and comfy with lots of day dresses, trying to wear more pants (it’s sooo hard) and flat shoes. I used to be anti-flats, but I recently came to the conclusion that as long as you’re wearing lipstick, it’s ok! How’s that for an epiphany from an educated gal?
Every other day of the year, Walter the Dog eats boring, crunchy pup food. But it’s tradition on Walter’s birthday that he gets to eat mysterious wet food.
He loves mysterious wet food.
And his favorite of all time is called “Trout Feast”, so that’s what we got him. Again. Per usual. Bring out the can opener.
If you’ve ever met Walter in person, you won’t even think twice about us getting him a special candle for his big 6. Because he’s practically human, one that brings so much joy into our lives, and every good human deserves a special candle on their birthday.
Have you ever seen a dog so nose-deep in a snack?
It took him under 2 minutes to devour the bowl and when it was over he just looked up, licked his chompers and started begging for more.
Happy Birthday to our big-eared dogchild. We love you so.
Woke up Sunday morning pretty excited for my Target run with my Mom and Jess.
I need many new things, underoos, basics to wear under shirts that are too short, and maternity t’s galore! I was excited to get these things at good price.
Dum dum dum…
Who oh who would want to shop here? The…
Last Sunday Jaclyn, her mom and I made like non-new-yorkers and went to Target. It’s been YEARS, y’all. A fun reminder to follow her new Tumblr, My Baby Island, about her stylistic adventures in baby-making.
WHO? Judd Apatow and his wife, actress Leslie Mann.
WHERE?Giorgio Baldi, reallllly good italian restaurant in LA. Guaranteed celeb run-in. Work partner and I were being treated to a huge production dinner. They ordered everything on the menu plus one of those giant bottles of endless wine. Holy nebakanezer!
WHAT? Um, you guys. This couple is so cute! And dripping with talent. Glancing over, you could tell they were on a romantic date away from their kids (also super cute slash talented). They were very much aware of only each other and it was very sweet to see.
And my favorite scene in Knocked up features Leslie Mann and their kids talking about where babies come from.
WHAT? He was standing at the bar with a boozy cocktail in hand talking to a super hot Los Angeles-ified girl.
WAIT, I THOUGHT YOU LIVE IN NYC? Well, I do. But lots of time I have to go to LA for a week or two because that’s where most commercials are made and stuff. And we usually stay in weird hotels that attract rogue celebs.
For some reason, I stopped writing about my celeb sightings. Don’t worry, I haven’t become a too-cool new yorker (you’d have to be cool first). I’m still nerding out at each sighting, So let’s catch-up starting with this one.
WHERE? I was walking Walter the Dog past her apartment after worky time. She came running out of her front door right in front of me and, when she walked past, she made one of those exhausted, dramatic-exhale noises. I wanted to tell her that friendship doesn’t need to be so tiring. It should be fun and easy! HERE LET ME SHOW YOU.
I was talking on the phone with Seattle Nicole at the time and we had a fun moment about it. Star-sighting by proxy! Also, I’ve seen Broderick and all of their cute off-spring (which is kind of fully creepy to write about, anyway) so many times, I’ve stopped including them. It’s officially a common, neighborly occurrence.
Earlier this month I threw a spring-theme’d baby shower for Amanda. Wife of work partner Matt and sweet friend of mine. I had a lot of devoted helpers and we all had a wonderful time with the little details and getting friends together to celebrate her and to get excited for the baby boy that is sure to arrive soon. Seriously, cute boy, we’re ready to snuggle you now. And nobody is more ready than your mama!
Here is the invite that Matt and I (aka mostly matt) designed.
We hung a banner over her opening-presents-chair. Oh, Baby*!
*no relation to the opening line in Ol Dirty Bastard’s “Got Your Money”.
Spring pea, mint and pecorino bruschetta.
Avocado, ricotta and oven-dried tomatoes.
Cheese plate. (pasteurized!)
Bacon-wrapped dates. Because ‘aint no party like a bacon party cause a…..
We had a gorgeous lemon cake and chocolate salted cupcakes.
The party favors were teeny tiny terrariums from Tortoise Loves Donkey with a sign that said “your first sign of spring”. Mine looks so cute sitting on my west vil window sill.
Friend Charles and his pulled pork sliders and mac ‘n cheese! We chose the menu based on Amanda’s favorite small bites and pregnancy cravings.
Something booze-free. (wine and bubbles were served, too!)
Matt chef’n up some snacks pre-shower. The shower was for ladies only, however the boys came before to help set-up and then drank what Charles deemed “a thousand beers” at a bar while we celebrated. Then they returned to help take care of the leftover food. Slider attack!
(A special shout-out to my husband who schlepped supplies and hung decorations for me all morning. Most husbands wouldn’t, but mine does. He is just the best.)
Amanda’s mom, Gerrie, helped me make a banner of baby photos of the soon-to-be parents.
Amanda’s friends were so generous and it looked like a christmas morning rampage when it was all over. One of the favorite “awww” gifts was this shark after-bath robe sent from Laddie (who couldn’t make it because she wanted to mess with my world and move to portland).
Oh look, sitting there on the couch are two of my favorite friends in New York, Jaclyn and Ashley. And WHAT? THEY’RE BOTH PREGNANT, TOO. Yes. Yes they are. And Laura there just had a baby not even a month ago. That makes 99.9999999% of my new york friends with-child. So, yeah. It’s really happening.
"The glow" is a real thing. See?
Despite Amanda’s disdain for dumb shower activities, we played a game inspired by her husband’s book that was recently published, "Better Names for Baby". With the book being the prize. Everyone wrote down answers to "what shouldn’t Amanda and Matt name their baby boy?" and Amanda chose two names she liked the least. A warmer-upper for a group of women who didn’t all know each other at first and a fun way to have matt’s presence felt at the all-lady shower, methinks.
Congratulations to Matt and Amanda and to that very lucky boy who will be here soon. Bring on spring!
The little hairy light of our lives turned 6-years-old on March 3rd. It feels like just yesterday I was clutching our urine-covered squirrel baby in my arms while cyrus drove us home from walter’s birthplace in Brownsville, OR.
The day of Walter’s birthday this year was a rainy one and a busy week for us, so we decided to wait for a sunny weekend to celebrate properly. It finally came this last weekend! His birthday started Saturday morning where we let him bark as much as he wants without telling him to stop. It got real barky.
Then we took him to his favorite place in the entire world: Central Park. We walked through the woodsy paths, chased squirrels, stared in confusion at the giant geese, sniffed dog butts, met a lady-chinese-crested named Iris and even went on the swings.
After we were walked-out, we went to Walter’s (everyone’s) favorite burger joint SHAKE SHACK. The first of many spring and summer stops here. They had a special Car-Mallow shake on the menu.
Walter had a few fries dipped in hot cheese.
Then, with full bellies and tired eyes, we went home for more free-barking but mostly to snuggle up on the couch for an afternoon movie.
One of the most crave-able snacks for The Coulters has always been a plate of fast-foodish Hawaiian BBQ. A plate which includes BBQ chicken, white rice and, most importantly, MAC SALAD. We’ve been to Hawaii a number of times and tried the house plate at both popular chains L&L and Da Kitchen, which is Husband’s personal favorite.
On Friday, I was having a craving for such a plate and when we yelp’d and urbanspoon’d Hawaiian restaurants in NYC, all we could find was a super swank Hawaiian fusion restaurant and some Hawaiian-thai boxing gym in Chelsea. Snoozer. But then we noticed that L&L opened their first East Coast location in the financial district. Mele Kalikimaka!
So we did the weird thing of getting on the train to the Financial District, a place rarely visited especially on a Friday night, just to get our hands on some BBQ.
As it turns out, we’re only 2 stops away from our favorite Hawaiian snack anytime we want. (that’s the thing about new york blah blah and stuff) But seriously, this is a dangerous revelation as the BBQ plate was as delicious as it is in Hawaii.
We were ready to go back on Sunday even after eating leftovers for lunch. Because it’s a really, really good snack and we’re kind of dirtbags. But at least we’re dirtbags together. Awww, roguemantic!
One with chocolate and fresh pear. One lemon, my favorite.
Packages for Mr. wrapped in pages torn from The Graduate.
A digital mix tape with all our songs from nearly a decade of being together.
Like the last line in the movie High Fidelity, “The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don’t wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. Anyway… I’ve started to make a tape… in my head… for Laura. Full of stuff she likes. Full of stuff that make her happy. For the first time I can sort of see how that is done.”
Somebody had a birthday at the end of February! And his name is Husband.
On Thursday, his real deal birthday, I packed a bag of cyrus’ man products, swim trunks and an after school snack and told him to meet me at Great Jones Spa after work. We both enjoyed 1-hour massages (happy birthday to me, too?) and then donned soft robes and relaxed together in the water lounge which includes a steam room, hot tub and sauna.
We then walked across the street to de-fancify ourselves at a festive restaurant called Acme for some New Orleans fare ‘n beers. Catfish, crab cakes, mac ‘n cheese, collards and bourbon peach cobbler to-go, which we ate from the comfort of our couch. In our cozies, watching Indiana Jones.
As for a celebration with friends, we decided to keep his birthday on the low key side of things this year, so on friday night we met up with a few couples at a Korean BBQ joint in K-Town called Madangsui. We treated everyone to plate after plate of various uncooked meats like galbi, bulgogi and cow tongue that were cooked on the grills at our table.
We toasted with Hite beer, bottles of soju and piles of kimchi.
Husband channeled the power of infamous korean exchange student Annyong! with his friends Sean and Judy.
The other K-Town meatlovers were Luke and Meranne!
John and Mel!
Matt and Amanda’s belly!
and Amy and Chris!
After dinner, we went to a bar that I almost don’t even want to write about because it is so special. And it’s not popular and it would be a shame if it got all popular and stuff. BUT, since my mom and uncle and best friend are the only people that read this, I’m going to spill the fun beans.
It’s called Me Bar at the top of the La Quinta hotel in K-Town and it’s incredible. You have a perfect view of the Empire State building up above your head and there is a heated outdoor patio for gazing at its majesticness. And (with the help of Greenpoint-based work partner) I had a dozen of the best doughnuts ever from Peter Pan Bakery for everyone to snack on with their cocktails.
As Tine Fey was once quoted in Esquire Magazine: “I really believe, when I first tried a Peter Pan doughnut, if I had a penis, I would put it in this doughnut. I finally understand what motivates you guys and what you’re thinking about.”
Red Velvet Donuts at the La Quinta celebrating the birthday of the man I love? Forget about it.
We recently took a longish train ride out to Sunset Park with the Sorrells to brave the cold and embark on a self-imposed snack crawl for four. The goal was to stop at as many places at possible, eat their signature item, and then move along ending in something sweet.
We started with the best Banh Mi (vietnamese sandwich) in Sunset Park. It’s a hole in the wall joint called Ba Xuyen, which is pronounced very mysteriously I’m sure.
All the non-pregnant people (aka everyone but Amanda) feasted on their signature sandwich that had basically allthemeats including pate and head cheese. She went for something sans-strange-meat but equally delicious.
Work partner Matt and father to Amanda’s head-cheese-free baby also enjoyed a Saxi cola!
We stopped at a place known for their dumplings. The chef was grumples, but the dumplings were good.
Bundled up Sorrells!
The dumpling place had a decent scallion pancake. But we all had to resist the urge to eat too much and get full too soon. It’s a fine line, people. (I’m sure this is on a “white people problems” list somewhere)
The Coulters super bundled!
In the end, we cozied into a bakery that had strange and delicious green tea cake that we ate just to see if we could do it and delightfully hot tea.
Sometimes talking about work on the internet can be a danger party. But I will say that work partner and I have been making a ton of commercials. Yay! One of which we shot in Grand Central Station. Fancy!
One of which we had these guys on hand just in case we needed to make a Cats! joke. A need that does come up now and again. Rum Tug Tugger!
And another one involving this famous 70’s rocker eating a pancake breakfast.
His albino-self rocks so hard and he is one of the sweetest southern gentleman and devoted husband you’ll ever meet. He told work partner and I to "KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP ON ROCKIN’" And rock, we shall.
For work partner’s birthday some months back, we went to see the NYC premier of the documentary “Marwencol”. Afterwards, the filmmaker and the subject, Mark Hogancamp, came up and did a touching Q&A that made an already powerful story even more special. I highly recommend watching the trailer and taking a little glimpse into this man’s world. It will surely inspire you to see the film.
On our way out, we were greeted with a scene of Mark’s characters stepping out into their own mini premier. Perfect.
For more on Mark’s backstory and photographs, go to marwencol.com
Remember how our University of Oregon Ducks went to the BSC National Championship? This update, though months past, could still be considered “too soon”. But I wanted to share the natty snacks I threw together for my fellow duckies- Husband and brother-in-law Dilly (Dylan).
I tried to keep all edibles on the green, yellow or neutral side. There was a fruit and cheese plate.
I served yellow and green fettuccine with green broccoli rabe and AUBURN TIGERMEAT sausage. (aka, just, like, sausage)
And for dessert, I offered lemon and lime sorbet. (not pictured. but here is a sparkly O we mysteriously ended up with on halloween night in it’s place)
Walter the Dog donned the duck suit he got for christmas. He loved* it.
That angry side-glare just slays me. Love that boy. And I love my ducks!
Some months and months ago, Ashley got tickets to see his broadway show (which has since came and gone, sorry I’m so late internet) while it was in previews. Her plan was to see it with her Husband, but he had to make some ads at the last minute so I got to take his place. Word of the day: score!
Hi Pee Wee, from our sleuthy front row balcony seat!
Requisite playbill photo.
Fast forward to 2011. Which is the year in which we are in. Now. Yes. Ok. So, you know how my friend Jaclyn’s husband works at Foursquare? Well, Pee Wee is basically best friends with the Foursquare people and so they created a badge that you get if you check in at the broadway show. And I got the baaaadge!
People who got this neat badge were invited to go bowling with Pee Wee. And we got to bring a +1. I decided this would be a perfect job for A. Coll. We met up before at Hurricane Club so that, despite the cruel winter weather, we could pretend we were poolside for a second. We started our poolside simulation with drinks made in a coconut shell and a red pepper and lots of tiny fancy snacks (aka, a pupu platter. not my favorite snack-related noun).
Then onto things with umbrellas in them.
And finally, we faux-hit the old timey rum fountain downstairs. (the only one still functioning in nyc!)
After dinner, we met up with Ashley and Jaclyn and their husbands and PEE WEE! for some bowling. I opposite of won.
Pee Wee got up and did a Q&A for over an hour. Amy practiced her Pee Wee face.
Thanks to Ash for taking me to see the show, to Jac ‘n friends for the bowling party and to Amy for being my forever-trompin’-around-town buddy.