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Category Archives: The Wednesday Tipple
As Fashion Week steps up in New York, models can be seen in bars all over town, drinking cocktails and generally just being beautiful and skinny and incredibly young. And even in the lobby of our building, le mode is … Continue reading
H and J, Theoretically summer has ended, and I’m concerned that we didn’t drink enough cocktails with umbrellas in them. Do you fancy getting together to rectify this sad and sorry situation? I have flamingoes on straws, parrots on … Continue reading
A moment of pride here: I’m pretty pleased with this no fuss granita method, which has got me through yet another summer of ice cream machine envy. Because really, if you live in a Manhattan apartment where you store your … Continue reading
It was Shark Week, so we marked the occasion by watching Jaws, which, in case you haven’t seen it since you were a kid, has lost none of its terror. That is one bad-ass shark.
Walking down the midway at the Sussex County Fair, you could hardly fail to notice the booth containing the Headless Woman.
Confession: I pretty much never hear the word “tequila” without mentally adding the words “mocking bird”. This is what passes for fun in my life. So judge me.
My friend James had made the boldly romantic decision to leave his life in New York and move in with his girlfriend in Paris. And recently he had acquired an ornate handcrafted Mexican Devil Mask.
It was Hilary’s idea to go to the urban farm. Sandwiched between a mental hospital and the East river. “If it’s true, we should go and see it.” So we headed off through midtown in the scorching heat of a … Continue reading
Do you ever find yourself looking at an apple and thinking: you’re too perfect to be a real apple, you look like the apple in Snow White? Or at a pineapple and thinking: should I eat you, or would Chiquita … Continue reading
Sometimes we drink to help us forget, and sometimes, we forget before we even drink.