Oh hai!

I took an unscheduled blogging break because after the long weekend was over I was still recovering from the Fever and the Laying Around, so the most riving thing that happened is that the laundry piled up like woah and now I can’t walk in my living room with out stepping on dirty clothes. I went to the beach, though! On Memorial Day we kidnapped Nicole and drove to Coney Island where they have the official freak show and an unofficial one consisting of the riff-raff of Brooklyn that comes out of the woodwork to hang out in too-small bikinis on the boardwalk.

Yesterday Rob and I joined the march against Prop 8 through Manhattan. My feelings, of course, are, have always been and always will be that state-sanctioned marriage is a bad idea to begin with, but if it’s the only system in place to protect the families of homosexuals, I’m going to cheer for equal rights in the deeply flawed system. I’d love to change the system all together. Maybe one day.

This past weekend was pretty much the best ever.

Friday was opening day at the brand spanking new Yankee Stadium, and I was there! Our family has eight seats this season: really good ones by third base and really frigging amazing ones behind home-plate, in a section that has nice squishy comfy seats and waiter service.

photo by Rob… obviously!

Rob’s sister and family took the really good seats and me, Rob, his brother and Carissa took the “merely awesome” seats, and during the second half of the game we snuck into the squishy seats because the stadium wasn’t full.

Saturday was Carissa’s birthday, and we went bowling (I got the worst score in the group of 11 that were playing: a 66. It’s time for some practice. I found, though, that I do better when I “granny bowl”, which is using both hands, swinging the ball a few times between your knees and then launching it gently down the lane. This is a technique I developed when I was little and my hand was too small for the bowling ball’s finger holes. Using this method on Saturday got me laughed at, but it made me a better bowler so I didn’t care.)

“happy face, sad face, scary face, surprised face!”

After bowling we went to a bar that had a taco truck in the back and a photobooth inside, and boy oh man, do I ever love tacos and photobooths.

Then we went to see Bishop Allen, which was so, so awesome.

I bought their new album called “Grrr” after the show; it is fantastic. Of course.

Sunday I went to Coney Island and interviewed the creative director of the museum for Hey Brooklyn.  Rob and I walked around after that, and I snapped a photos.  This is something I haven’t done in too long.  We had gone last week and it wasn’t open, so there were only a few people straggling around.  This week was the first open weekend, and everyone was out basking in the sun.  If you haven’t gone, you should.  It’s an experience.

Sunday night Stu! came over for tea and cheese. She sat while I cleaned the kitchen. Having her there to chat with while I bustled around made me WAY productive, and I managed to achieve what Rob and I call “Dish Zero”: a state in which all the dirty dishes are cleaned. That almost never happens around here.

Monday we went to opening day at the Oriole’s park in Baltimore with our friend Gavin.  He is Rob’s co-host for Put It In Your Ears, and I suggest you not listen if you are easily offended by immature humor.  We went to Hooters after, which was amusing to say the least.

The warm weather has given me “get up and go”ituide. Rob said it’s like he has his wife back, which made me sad. I know the winter was hard for him, because I went for days on end absolutely refusing to leave the apartment because of the cold, and that made us both miserable.

It’s good to be back.