Monthly Archives: July 2013
Jon and I recently went on a weekend excursion to Boston, when he took off his shirt to reveal – “Oh God! What did you do to yourself! Oh GOD!” I said.
Jon and I have been ships that pass in the night recently. Me to London, him to Rio. When I got back to our apartment, tired and cranky, I discovered that he’d put milk in the fridge for me, a … Continue reading
My dad was in town for a week of ballet, baseball, jazz, and edgy downtown sketch comedy. Spot the odd one out.
My office is near Union Square, which means I can walk to work every morning. In the rain and the snow, this lacks a certain charm, but in the sunshine, life is lovely.
We were drinking cocktails in a bar on a weeknight – I know, life choices – when we overheard two girls talking; “Damn girl, you been working out?!” The second girl had indeed been working out, and was happy to … Continue reading