Take a walk with me, dear reader, down memory lane. When I was a young and innocent gayling, I would frequently find myself over at my neighbor and best friend Dani’s house for some ridiculous shenanigans or other. Together with our other neighbor Liz, we wrote short plays, built a club house, founded the Animal Savers Club, played steam roller in the front yard, attempted cartwheels, had underwater adventures in our pools, rocked out Halloween parties and made home movies…we knew how to live. Occasionally we would break out one childhood board game or other. Operation. Mousetrap (if only to set off the intricate trap and put it away). Loopin’ Louie. Once or twice there was even a game most remember but refuse to admit to remembering: Pretty Pretty Princess.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Native Floridians are not gifted many things. We get palm trees, sun burns, rampaging brush fires on the dry years, a fun chance to get in touch with the land and sea on a regular basis (see Games with the God of the Sea), and intense tropical weather. In light of Lady Sandreline’s (this big ball of air, Sandy) impending visit, I thought I could share one of my few Floridian-gifted skills and insights with my apparently ill equipped New York friends. So for as long as we still have some power left, here are some of Brogie McDoogerson’s hurricane how-tos.
Monday, October 22, 2012
To get this part over, out of the way, and done with...I profusely apologize for being delinquent in my Monday Fun Day ramblings. Life here in the Big Apple has been a tad crazy, and I was missing internet for a few weeks there. Not an excuse, I know, but it happened either way and I’m sorry for it.
Now that that’s out, can I just explain how freaking exciting my life is?! Let us cover things one at a time.
Monday, October 8, 2012
One weekend day not too long ago, I sat myself down with my two slices and a blue Gatorade for my evening lunch. Down the block from the Stick, Stone & Bone (that’s the kick ass metaphysical shop where I work) there is a decent little pizzeria. Bear in mind all my non-NYC friends, by decent I still mean infinitely better than anything you can purchase where you are. Unless of course you live in that little European boot across the pond…then you win. Only then. I hadn’t ever tried the spicy chicken before, but I knew the white was going to make up for it should it not deliver. Both were satisfyingly delicious.