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The following is a barrage of pictures from Cristy's camera. These are from the past few months and are in semi-chronological order. Enjoi!

Slummin'

Now-a-days I get all my reading from the streets. There are always stoop sales going on here in Park Slope and they never sell all their books. That is when I swoop in and dig through the remains. I've found some good books this way (Lord of the Flies, A Short History of Charleston, The Night in Lisbon and the Art of Brewing Beer). Lately I have been looking for a book on the basics of upholstery. I've yet to see anything in the gutters so we tried Barnes and Noble, but they got nothin'. We had to go slumming.



















The lack of a magazine rack really brings this place down. They didn't have anything and neither did their neighbor 7th Avenue Books.

I think I am going to have to turn to stupid Amazon. They have a jillion books and this is the one I am going to order.

Hungry Style

I'm starving. Jessica's (my sister) wedding is coming up and yesterday I tried on my suit. Of course, the pants don't fit. Now I'm on a diet. My diet is basically starving myself until I give in, then I eat a snickers or whatever is at hand. It's not great, but I think it's working. I told Sofia it's working and she said, "Oh you already feel thinner?"

"No, I feel empty."














Last night, to start my diet out right we went to Grimaldi's. I kept it light and only had 3 slices, which is a small amount, for real. After, we went to Superfine.



















This is for Ernest's MySpace page.














The usual suspects, plus Oscar in from Notre Dame.














You decide. Is this guy a Southerner? Sofia and Ernest bet he is, but were too chicken to approach him and ask. I'm torn, he may be.

Saturday is my third favorite day.

This Sat. Sofia had a mission.



















We went all over the city looking for shoes. It was no big deal, but I hate when I'm in, say Macy's, and other dudes are looking at me kind of giving me the "Yeah, I know man, we're the same. Our girls are dragging us around and we have to shop with them." These portly, sullen characters are not like me. I wish they wouldn't look at me like that. I'm not bored. Sure, shoe shopping is not high on my list of Saturday activities, but I know how to entertain myself. I've had a lot of experience as a youngster shopping with women. I grew up with three women, I know what to do in these types of situations. Anyway, the reason there is no picture of Sofia shopping is because she was so upset after finding no suitable shoes. Sorry Sofia.














Sofia bought us lunch. I bought us dinner. Since I was buying I was picking the restaurant. My choice: Cafe Steinhof. MMMMM!!



















We tore up some mussels. We always saw people ordering these, but we never had. I felt we should splurge and it was worth it. They were sick. And I mean sick the way extreme athletes use it, which is more meaningful, I think.














They also had a new black beer. It was good too.














This blog is going down hill. Is it boring? We don't care, just look at us.

Possibly the Most Boring Post Ever

It's been raining for six days now. It's made for a rotter (I'm rereading The Sun Also Rises) of a week. We have been avoiding the coop, but the rain let up so we bit the bullet. This is a brief glimpse into our secret society, THE PARK SLOPE FOOD COOP. It's the largest food coop in the nation, boasting over 10,000 members. And it's a great place to meet people, if you like people who have trouble with most menial tasks (e.g. rotating produce). I'm sorry, that's kind of harsh. A large minority of us know what we are doing, like 11 percent.














You might call this an establishing shot. One might. I wouldn't. It's just Union Street below 7th Avenue. Let's go inside.














Only two of my fotos from inside came out ok. This is the first. Johnson's helping his grandmother Ellis get the Swiss cheese from the top shelf. Just kidding, I have no idea who these people are, but that's a pretty good cheese shelf, eh?














I'm mad cause they only have 24 different types of oatmeal. Don't get me started on the organic almonds.

That's it. The coop is nice, but they don't have real peanut butter (Skippy). They only have that natural stuff, gross.

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Death from above.

New Family Member

I am pleased to welcome the newest member of our family.
This is Plopy Condorito. Unfortunately we won't meet him until Christmas.

More birthday madness

Sofia handed out my presents Saturday morning. Later we went to a place I never thought I'd ever step foot in so we could watch the Texas/OU game. Ernest came all the way from Queens in the rain to celebrate my Bday.














Presentation of the Presents. Thanks for the sweater Sofia. Papa and Mama, thank you for the kicks.














Texas won, big deal. They're no match for the mighty Choctaws.



















Pastor picked us up and whisked us back to the apt. They sang me Happy Birthday. A note on my shirt: I still am unsure of the true meaning, but I know it's not nice. Blame Javier. He sent it to me one day and I don't want to hurt his feelings by never wearing it.














We went to dinner at an Australian restaurant. We planned on going to Zum Schneider, a German joint, but it was a mad house. But we did make it there after dinner. It was pretty good until a herd of jocks showed up. They were all wearing white shirts and soaked to the bone. We left.



















Ernest knew of a dive down the street. I liked it, they were playin' all the hits. Cristy was nice enough to ditch her friends and come hang out with us.














The last place we went was a total dance party, which was perfect for Ernest. Ernest feels he is the great white hope of the dance floor. And you know, I might agree. After dancing with him, Sofia said, "Wow he actually knows how to lead." Great, but I bet he can't ollie a nine set.



















Coverage overload!

Birthday Beverages

This is for Javier. We have more pictures from yesterday, and will post them later. Now we have to watch:
1) Whale Rider
2) Desperate Houswives
3) Grey's Anatomy

Late Twenties

The good times are killin' me

Today was another beautiful day. After work Sofia went running and I went skating. I landed a new trick (fakie variel flip), but it did not come easy. A lot of skaters have this natural talent and tricks come super easy. And then there are skaters like me, who grind it out. I have no natural ability, but will try something until my foot breaks off. That's what I did today. I gave myself incentive: Land this trick and Sofia will buy you a beer at The Gate. After about 30 tries I finally landed it and cursed the asphalt.

Reaping the rewards:














Sofia.














El Machuca

I love Dairy Queen and Butterfinger Blizzards! Judging by the look on Aaron's face, so does he.

Malling

Seriously, Saturday was the most beautiful day ever. Ever. The sun was out, no clouds, hovering under 70 degrees. Fabulous (worst word ever!). So we went shopping.














Sofia and Mama striking out at Polo.



















No trip to NJ (in the past 20 years) is complete without stopping at the Sand Castle Diner.














Ok, so we made it outside for a second. The shadows were long on the beach and it felt like the sun was setting forever.














I took this picture while driving; that's skills!

Garden State

Sofia and I took a train out to Bayville, NJ to visit Papa and Mama. They just got a new laptop and needed some tips. When we got here last night Papa was out bagging some turkeys. Mama picked us up and we went for dinner.














We went to this Italian place, which consequently has the same name as the pizza place in Sag harbor.














The joint was BYOB, so we bought a bottle of the finest Jersey Juice I could find at the liquor store.



























I know, big deal a grocery store, but after shopping in the Food Coop for a couple years big grocery stores are simply amazing.














Mama is all business.

Homeless' House

He's got a home now.














And its super dope!!!



















Spaceship.















Nice little park for "His Fruitness."

Rahul y Tessa (*Update Below*)

Last Saturday night was the Engagement Party for Rahul and Tessa. Great food was houmped. Rahul's parent's were excellent hosts. Thanks.



















This is Rahul's dog. He was seriously pissing me off.














The Dad of Tessa toasting.














The Dad of Rahul toasting.














The Dels and Sarathys.














Sofia and Katia discussing the possibility of swapping apartments


*****UPDATE******


















I was there too, dressed to the nines.