Posted in Daily Life, tagged Ballet, cheese, club, fitness, honey, HORN, Hunky, milk on July 22, 2010 | 1 Comment »
“The first thing Hunky and I did in Tel Aviv was hit the club.
What else can you do at 5am when you’re hours late for check in at your hotel?”
“This is not a simple jazz fest. It is a full-fledged symphony with all the brass. I know better than to drink real milk. Very bad girl.”
Posted in Daily Life, tagged Cheerios, DanceTeq, Easter, HORN, matza, Passover, Porter on April 13, 2010 | 2 Comments »
“Grams comes over for dinner on Uncle Salmon, Auntie Crunchy, and Baby Blue’s last night in Toronto. “Bellingham is too far away,” we chorused numerous times throughout the evening. I was going to miss the west coast crew, especially Baby Blue. He was going to miss me too. I could tell by the way he was making eyes at me across his maple squash. We had found a mutual love of Cheerios, careening around tight corners in my parents’ house, and laying farts.”
