24 2 / 2012
24 February 2012. Dead on arrival in Dublin — everyone… but, when in Ireland, must do as the Irish… Pubs, Cards, Loaded Questions, More Pubs, More Cards, Asleep 5 minutes into a movie on the boys’ couch until 9am next morning — longest, best sleep in a week.
An Englishmen thinks seated; a Frenchmen standing; an American pacing, an Irishman, afterwards. ~ Austin O’Malley
04 2 / 2012
4 February 2012. Arianna’s birthday plus Super Bowl eve — a cruel combination on the body, but lots of fun. First time in a long time doing one of “these” nights without a partner in crime, but prefer solo to any substitution tonight.
“…I decided…I’d better sit down and take that fear to lunch…So, I sat there and had a glass of wine…alone. No books, no man, no friends, no armor…no faking.” Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City
14 12 / 2011
14 December 2011. Three-word-caption challenge. Limit three tries. Go.
1. My Morning Jacket.
2. Live at MSG.
3. Best Performance Ever.
But, what I’ll always love most is the way I begrudgingly happened upon this band. Another late Amex UNSTAGED Livestream to be moderated, but on a beautiful NYC summer any-day with featured artists that my musically-unsavvy self had never even heard of or knew what to expect of, espesh that I’d dig it so much from beginning to finish, and that it wouldn’t end up feeling like “work” at all. So, seeing them live (and as bonus, with someone un-musically-challenged that enjoyed it as much as me) was… three words: One Perfect Night…”
“…You’ve already won me over in spite of me…” Hands Over Feet, Alanis Morissette
