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failure watch 2008It seems I have the same relationship to blogging as I do to the gym: strong start, weak follow-through. I can blame the dearth of bloggery on excessive cheating with Twitter, but sadly I am not skipping the gym to do 30 Day Shred at home. However, as my eternally springy hope leads me back to the gym eventually, I am doing Holidailies again in the hopes of getting back into the swing of things here. Stay tuned.
In holiday news, we had a good Thanksgiving. Unlike apparently everyone, it's not my favorite holiday and I prefer to skip it altogether. I think it's just too much PRESSURE! and FAMILY! and MERRIMENT! and FOOD! in a two month period when you give the same weight to T-day as to Christmas. I prefer to save up all my stress and money and fat pants for the yule.
But I was missing my family a little (which I think is leftover from the summer's full court wedding planning press when I spent more time with my immediate and extended family than the last 10 years combined) and also pug! so we decided to have dinner with them on Thursday.
Wednesday afternoon I met Chris, BobbyD and the DJ at Penn Station once they got sprung from the Death Star. As daily NJ Transit commuters (and, with all due love and respect, engineering wonks), DJ and BobbyD have an elaborate set of rules and rituals for riding the rails: which line to take, where to stand, where to sit, what to drink/where to get it/how to hold it. I appreciate their attention to detail on a daily basis but they really shine on a high volume transit day like Thanksgiving Eve. They had us in the right place, at the right time, with the right beverages and made what is usually a nightmare of a trip into a pleasant hour with friends. They should totally start a commuter blog.
The rest of our stay was completely uneventful in the best way. We ate (a lot), we got slobbered on by a dog (a lot), we read books that sucked (a lot) and were glad to come home again on Friday afternoon and slip further into a bloated, dog-hairy coma.
So as to not stay in the coma all weekend, we forced ourselves out of the house Saturday afternoon for delicious tacos in Soho then went to Brooklyn where we watched a Pet Shop Boys documentary with mr and mrs heathalouise. Later we met up with sis and bro-in-law and tried, unsuccessfully, to get a table at Lucali for six. We ended up at the somewhat confusing South Brooklyn Pizza, the newish bar/coal oven pizzeria annex to PJ Hanley's. They only serve pies (margarita only plus the occasional special pie, which on Saturday was clam and bacon) and chocolate chip cookies. The whole setup is kinda weird but the margarita was really good, with a tasty, charred but not burnt crust. The clam was just eh. Needed more garlic and the clams themselves weren't great.
Since we'd stocked up on wine for the BYOB Lucali, we headed over to sis and bro-in-laws post-pizza to put it to good use while we played Celebrities and Chris played "Hey, remember the 80s?" via his DJ stylings.
On Sunday, we rested.
Posted by beth at December 01, 2008 09:42 AM
