Category Archives: The Wednesday Tipple
Sometimes we drink to help us forget, and sometimes, we forget before we even drink.
At 3 o’clock this morning I stood in the physics department at NYU and raised a glass to science’s latest greatest achievement. The Higgs boson has been discovered and my husband and his friends literally could not have been more … Continue reading
The Wednesday Tipple – lemonade with thyme lemon syrup and patriotic ice cubes, and teenage oppression at the Liberty Bell
Jon and I arrived in Philadelphia on a sunny Saturday. We sat on the top deck of the tour bus digesting our cheesesteak sandwiches, and watched selected highlights of the city glide past in the sunshine.
In retrospect, it may not have been a good idea to open a bar tab at the hotel for my sister and I when we were kids.
The Wednesday Tipple – A Russian Scientist lives up to a radiation stereotype, and we all eat hot peppered walnuts to calm our nerves
I mentioned that I once had an exceedingly dull job working the day shift in a hotel bar. “Sure, we reused the lemon garnishes” I told a group of appalled New Yorkers. “And we were supposed to tip any un-eaten … Continue reading
Ingyin and Yosi, back for the summer from their 2nd year at NYU Abu Dhabi are now clearly masters of their new terrain. They know where to buy the best chocolate covered dates, they consider 104 and 80% humidity “pretty … Continue reading
It’s fleet week here in NYC, which means that enormous ships are floating along side Manhattan like pods on a space ship, and bars up and down the west side are filled with men in uniforms and the gals and … Continue reading
It’s interesting to talk to Jon’s physicist colleagues, who often have a very different spin on things that happen in life. “Nobody wants to do local galaxies anymore,” they say in passing at parties.
The thought of not being able to watch the Olympics on the BBC is making me consider turning to a life of download crime. Considering, mind, I’m not actually admitting to anything, just to be absolutely clear here.
Is there any way to eat a cupcake outside the context of a birthday party without feeling just a little bit Sex and the City?