The First Celebratory Food Fest of the Season |
Ingrid, Wei, and I went to Nikkita's to celebrate Ingrid's finishing her very last final (whoo hooo seniors), Wei's having been finished for several days and since then totally mellowing back into her serene self, and my having almost finished my last wretched paper…put that sucker on hold, it's time for damn good eats! Here we are being goofy as usual. Below, Wei and I have become lobsters or other such arthropods with antenna-like projections, and Wei digs into her artsy clamshell of a bowl. |  |
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back to top^ Jenn's End-of-the-Year/End-of-COLLEGE Party |
 |  Jenn invited us to her beautiful home by the beach for a day of frolic, good food, and reeeeeallly good slushy drinks. She was so gracious a hostess she could put Martha Stewart to shame. At right: Jeff the Lighthouse (we used his glaring white body to guide us home when we were out kayaking), Ingrid, Tiff, Jenn, Lizzie (chilling out, ignoring the goofy kid trying to take a group photo), and Catherine. Jenn's daughter Jasmine is really cool, too, but she somehow escaped all my snapshots! |
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 See how deftly I weild my kayak paddle? Well, I'm not as creative as Jeff and Ingrid are. Jeff uses his to slice thru unsuspecting jellyfish, and Ingrid uses hers to whack me in the mouth. If she's reading this, she knows it didn't really hurt me THAT much and that I'm just heckling her because I can. |
That island in the background has a large summer home that's rarely occupied. It's technically private property, but as Ingrid found, nothing much happens if you trespass. |
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back to top^ Catherine's 21! |
On the night of 1 June 2004, several New Haven youths entered a local bar known locally as Bar to celebrate the 21st anniversary of one Catherine J. Smith. The group engaged in several group activities, namely eating, drinking, and reiterating the amounts of ethanol and non-ethanol parts comprising the mojito consumed earlier that night by said Catherine (THIS MUCH and this much, respectively). For she's a jolly good fellow! or dame? |
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back to top^ Visiting NYC |
NYC is an easy trip from New Haven, so I don't know why I haven't gone more often. A few things I learned this time: 1) My feet get VERY dirty if I walk around in flip-flops. 2) The amount of walking people do might be just enough to cancel out the extra calories from the myriad edible goodies to try around here. 3) My tolerance appears to be <1 martini before it all comes back up, although this result is confounded by a bit of dehydration and a rather empty stomach. Above: Rockefeller Center minus zamboni equals nifty cafe. Good food, good martini (pre-emesis), good times. At right: a view of the Chrysler building from the UN area. We decided a lot of the UN needs to devest itself of the tacky CCL-esque '60s. The garden is in honor of Ralph Bunche, the first colored person to win the Nobel Peace Prize. |
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back to top^ Our First Family Pet (besides my brother) |
 | In my family, I am called Chicken because I was born in the year of the Rooster. About a year ago or so, my mom adopted this chicken from a co-worker who owns a farm and was about to hack the thing for dinner. Chicken lives under our back porch. She is a diversion, as I once was, to relieve my brother of my parents' full scrutiny. |
