A good day’s rest.
Bewley men. There are a lot of them. This was made abundantly clear at the Bewley family reunion yesterday, when my extended family showed up with an overrun of testosterone in the form of at least eight lil’ Bewley gents. Pictured here are just four of the most handsome! Thanks to Elizabeth and Steve for throwing such a great party.
Zoe (in pink), when asked by her father who the next President was going to be, said without hesitation, “Barack Obama!” When asked about the VP slot, “Joe Biden!” Any kid that enthusiastically shouts out Joe Biden’s name is ok with me. (I can even look past that cream cheese eating technique!) Though I am supposed to be relaxing, my entire week is now devoted to convention coverage and sweating the polls. So far it’s way to go, Teddy, Michelle, and Hillary. Three great speeches that seem to be hitting all the right marks. I personally wish more people could have seen Kucinich’s Wake Up America speech, as I tend to agree with that little elf-man. And then watching Gov. Schweitzer from Montana, I thought how awesome it would look if they were the ticket. Like Legolas and Gimli meets Laurel and Hardy.
I wish Century 21 the mega-store was as orderly as these young ladies at the realty company of the same name. This store is madness. I think every European on holiday, armed with a strong Euro and a lust for Dolce and Gabbana yellow knit wear, is spending their entire vacation at this place. Screw the Waterfalls, these folks want to shop. Of course I had to take something back the very next day, which is like realizing that you left your lightsaber holster outside the Rancor monster’s lair, you don’t wanna go back to that awful place, but you did barter for like twelve hours with a Jawa to get that sweet holster. So I ventured back, got jostled by a Hassidic family trying to find the shoe department, and made my way up to the third floor, only to be told that I could only get store credit. Store CREDIT? You mean I have to come back? Again? My only solace came from picturing the clerk’s red apron collapsing to the floor and the warm humming saber in my bionic hand…yeargh.
Witness, the first appearance of Charles “Chubby” Warhol! Big thanks to Heather for hosting the WELCOME TO BEW-YORK party, wherein we caught Chubby basking in a Brooklyn sunset. And to all those who came out and enjoyed the rye manhattans on the roof, Nathan’s hotdogs, pastrami from Katz’s, and those taxi-cab colored M&Ms, we love you most of all. I’m taking the next two weeks off to prepare for my new position that begins September 8th. More on that later! Chubby-OUT.
Who could predict that lil’ ole Wilmington, Ohio would be so much in the news of late? Seems like John McCain’s campaign manager, Rick Davis had at least some hand in the decision that will ultimately result in the town’s loss of over 10,000 jobs when shipping giant DHL pulls out. It’s a complicated and multifaceted story, but it happens to be focused on the town where my in-laws call home and the town in which I made my proposal for marriage. We visited the Clinton County Fair this summer, (a 4-H winner is pictured here) and among many other concerns, like who will carry on the tradition of strawberry jello cake, I worry what will become of the Swine Queen and whether a casino really IS the answer.
The Wii shoulder is what I’m suffering from. It was worth virtually bowling a 254, but it’s a little embarrassing how sore it is. The bringer of the Wii was none other than the great BY1, who just left after a three day intensive Mancation. Our third annual celebration of all things of great import to manly men, this also marked Brian’s last throes of his engagement before he takes the big leap into matrimony in September. Needless to say I can’t talk about all we did and saw – for instance – we got really into this. We ate some great food, went on a fine muscle-building walk, and drank plenty of scotch.
Oh…and we played way too much Super Smash Bros on the Wii. We did unlock Snake, from Metal Gear. (I realize that only half of this makes any kind of normal sense to a well adjusted person. But trust me. It was super fun.)
I’m not complaining, but so far, August has been about a billion degrees cooler than the last two sweltering months. It’s almost…pleasant. This photo is from a few days ago on Smith Street. I somehow managed to misplace my cable that allows me to upload all these pics, so I have been remiss in Summer blogging. But I’m back. And I got an iPhone. Sweet mother of blog, I’m back.
So it’s not the most uplifting German opera about soldiers and prostitutes ever (I guess that title would go to Cats), but it is the spectacle of the summer and it’s happening at my place of employ. I’m speaking of course about Die Soldaten, which is the moving-audience-thrill-ride, tentpole production of the 2008 Lincoln Center Festival. Thanks to James Ewing for the photo – apologies for the crop job.