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Monthly Archives: August 2014
Considering I am the klutziest (not a word; don’t care) person I know, I’m surprised this hasn’t happened sooner. In fact, to have it happen on what my running app tells me was my 100th run since I decided to run a marathon seems almost fitting in some way.
The good news:
They say every cloud has a silver lining. I’d like the saying better if it were, “Every cloud has a burger lining.” Last night, it was.
The Owl’s Brew cocktail promotion at BFB where you get a token for a nickel that gets you a drink was a promising premise. In practice, not so much. Read the rest of this entry »
Drinking an egg cream in the borough where it was created (Brooklyn) is a cool thing.
Drinking a free egg cream because the people at Tom’s Restaurant felt bad we had to wait a while for our table and had to split up since we were 8 people in a tiny restaurant is a really cool thing.
One thing to know about running: sometimes it is terrible.
It was one of the worst runs I’ve ever had from the very beginning, when I had to pee before the race but the restroom only had one stall and 16 people in line. Read the rest of this entry »
My viewing companion on the left was texting during most of the show. My viewing companion on the right wondered out loud, “Are they trying to make a statement about bad acting that I just don’t get?”
But I liked it.
Scary: In a city of more than 8 million people, you run into the on-again-off-again ex-girlfriend of the roommate of the last person you dated in a neighborhood nowhere near yours.
Scarier: While this is happening, on the same block, the friend you just left runs into a girl he visits in the middle of the night when they’re both lonely, who lives nowhere near that neighborhood.
I’ve never read anything by H.P. Lovecraft, but I doubt his stories are much freakier. Read the rest of this entry »