Seriously, I never meant to ruin any part of Harry Potter for you. I didn't open my laptop or turn on my TV until I finished the book just so such a thing wouldn't happen to me. Hopefully, by now you know that I didn't let anything out, or at least anything that compares to when.....- ooops, I almost did it again.
The wait at Book Court only took about an hour to get through after showing up at midnight and waiting in a line that stretched around the corner. 
I even finished reading the whole thing, because I'm just that cool.
Sure I could update you on my life for the last few weeks, but nothing happened that you'd want to hear about.
This week a friend of mine I met a decade ago working in Yellowstone is here for the weekend (she still works there with the Park Service). The first thing she said to me when she got to the hotel was, "oh my God, all the people!"
Working in the park you tend to get very attached to the wildlife. You get to know the local buffalo or moose or deer that hangs around your dorm like you'd know a neighborhood cat that shows up at your door every morning looking for attention. The last summer I was there a loner buffalo liked to lay out in between the dorms snorting in the dirt and wagging his tail along to the Phish music while the hippies played hacky sack around him. He occasionally tossed people, but they were always the tourists who happened to lose their way and stumble into the employee area. He never bothered us.
PS - This is under the Manhattan Bridge in DUMBO.
I've always loved windmills, I even did my 8th grade science project on them. But growing up the little windmills people had in their gardens made me sad. It was like they just never had the chance to fulfill their wind powering destiny instead they had to spend their lives rusting in the sun and keeping the garden gnomes company. You can visit this one and make it feel better at the Sheep Station on 4th Avenue.
On Saturday after a long day of boutiquing along 5th Avenue with my shopping (and peer pressuring) friend Halina we stopped in at Blue Ribbon with hope in our hearts that we wouldn't have to wait 4 hours for a table. Luck would have it we were seated within 20 minutes and it was amazing! First of all the service was impeccable. Our waiter was adorably helpful when I asked him if there was an alternative vegetarian option to the Dine In prix fixe menu, which there was, thankfully, although there were lots of good things to choose from on the real menu I would have been happy to pay extra for. For the appetizer I had asparagus soup, something I'd never had before, but it was delicious. My main entree was steamed vegetables, which sounds bland I realize, but I had two dipping oils on the side. One was a little bit garlicky and one was spicy jalapeno-y. I, of course, preferred the spicy. I'd never had spicy jalapeno flavored broccoli and cauliflower. The dessert was the best part. It was a bread pudding with ice cream and chocolate sauce on top. I'm not sure I can perfectly describe how the ice cream was perfectly vanilla and the chocolate was perfectly chocolate (not too milky, just dark enough). It reminded me of how excited I would get as a kid when my mom let us buy Magic Shell for our ice cream. Halina put it perfectly, "it makes it unnecessary to have a man."
Every family has the stories they tell over and over even if they're just telling it to each other. In my family I heard many times about the day I was brought home from the hospital. My parents walked into the house with me. My sister, who is a little over 2 years older than me, took one look at me in my parents arms and said, "Put it down and let it walk". This same sister now has these two delicious kids and when I saw this picture all I could do was laugh and think about that story.
and thank you Heidi for finally sending me pictures!
I'm so jealous of the people that live on the promenade. I make myself feel better by telling myself that those homes have been in their families since they were built and it wasn't such a big deal to live all the way across the river and overlook the city.
Tomorrow is the premiere of Reno 911 and I'm crazy super excited to see it. When I worked on "Famous People Gambling" I told them over and over to book the people from Reno 911, it would have been a hysterical show, but they didn't listen. Which is why that show is gone. Or maybe its that people aren't into celebrities playing bad poker anymore...it could be that. So I have plans to see it with an old, old friend of mine, and this will be about the thousandth time we've made plans, all the other times it just never happened. I feel like making plans with him is like a mystery. Will it happen? Or not?
I have a question for you...So, I had this dream about Jessica Simpson, but thats not the point. I was thinking that this poor girl saved herself for marriage, which is a supremely ridiculous way to make sure people marry when they're too young and not ready for a lifelong commitment, proven by her divorce a few years later. But my question is, now that she's divorced, how did that vow of celibacy get completely thrown out the window? I wasn't aware that once you saved yourself for one guy and you tried it out with one marriage makes it okay to slut it up after the divorce. Now, if you know me, you know I fully support being young and slutty, but I do not support hypocrisy. This was my thought when I woke up this morning. Any thoughts?
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