Joe requested friends bring a special recipe hot dog with all the fixins to help celebrate his birthday. Angie and John provided the awesome setting, and I let go of any artificial diet restrictions I place on myself and sampled everything (at least once).
Plus also? Vodka infused gummy bears. I had no idea these were a thing. Jello shots are dead to me now.
Photos of food, beer, dogs and a cute kid
Neighbors Bret and Sean throw the most excellent pride celebration in their backyard every year. And what a backyard it is—likely one of my favorites on the planet. Tiered decks, landscaping, pretty lights and speakers hidden away everywhere. Add a large group of friendly folks and good spirits and you end up with something exceptionally solid.
Also? More backyards should have disco balls.
Photos from my blurry lens that evening
Projecting MarioKart 8 and getting my ass kicked. Complete with J.J. Abrams lens flare.
My friend Brown played percussion at the International Women’s Brass Conference at NKU. I don’t often get to see her play out so this was a treat, doubly so because of the program itself. Folks playing offstage and around the performance hall always intrigues me, and the music selections were lively and evocative. Standing ovation.
Faraway shot of Brown banging a drum
It’s been so enjoyable to walk over to the Northside Farmer’s Market this summer and pick up good things to eat for the week.
I kinda have a thing for this model.
I do believe my cat Edie was happy to have me back.
And I lucked out that my neighbor Joe made extra food for dinner.
Good to be home.
Before taking the subway over to Queens? Breakfast at Johny’s Luncheonette.
Ran into Davide, who I’d only known virutally for perhaps a decade.
Nice and neighborly Queen’s Pride parade.
Scott (and Olli, not pictured) picked a great Tibetian joint for lunch Phayul
Dug this Flatiron branding on the way back to pick up my bags to catch the train that took me to a bus that took me to a plane.
Patrick, deep in tought.
Caught a Recovery Logo outside of Penn Station
So long New York, once again you overwhelmed me with wonderfulness.
A kestrel was nesting outside of friends Scott and Olli’s place. It would repeatedly fly toward the window, allowing for the photo above. (Fret not, there were no injuries.)
There was poker that afternoon. I didn’t fare too poorly, but it would’ve been worth emptying my pockets—super fun random versions of poker with each deal.
Also of note this day: I’m going to make a visit to the Chobani SoHo store a tradition every time I’m in New York. I’m getting what Thor had next time: their rice pudding. (But everything we tried was incredibly delicious.)
Capped off the day seeing Neil Patrick Harris portray Hedwig on Broadway. Awesome would be an understatement.
A few more snapshots