Holiday Shopping with A-Rod

Dear A-Rod,

You may or may not have noticed us. But we spent a lovely bit of the afternoon window shopping together on Madison Ave this past December.

 As former NYers, we respect the privacy of others, carrying about their daily business, and couldn't bring ourselves to stop you, create a minor scene, and make total asses of ourselves.   *(See Historical Note Below)
And we didn't mean to stalk you. Honestly. That's such an ugly word.  It was totally accidental... you were much more pulled together-dapper- handsome, and Tall, in person than we had expected, and we just followed blindly. In some strange estrogen haze.

It all started when we almost hit you with the door as we walked out of the J Crew bridal salon. You surprisingly didn't flinch as JenniB squealed "a-rod A-Rod A-ROD"  in increasing volume and pitch as I tried to muzzle her with my hand and figure out what the hell she was saying.

We really were  going to walk in the same direction as you (trying to find an open bar).
But not for 15 blocks, watching you text, fumbling for our cameraphones, trying to casually snap ourselves in a shot, hoping you'd turn around and offer to do an impromptu photo shoot and then take us to lunch.

 


So, since we didn't officially "meet" that day, we wanted to share our fond memories of our special afternoon together . And impromptu photo shoot.

Next time, please feel free to stroll into the Cafe Carlyle and join us for a drink .
We're quite entertaining.

Fondly,
The Chicks who were not-so-casually giggling behind you for a few blocks on Madison in the 70's, one December afternoon.



PS - if we run into you again, in San Diego or Singapore, or Hong Kong, be politely forewarned, your NYC bubble doesn't exist there, and we expect an impromptu photo shoot. Or else you're a dick.


*Historical Note- Favorite JenniB Celebrity-Type-Person Verbal Diarrhea Introduction - to DJ Jonathan Peters, circa 1998, early AM, Sunday- as he is obviously trying to get back to DJ booth - "Jonathan!! I'm your Biggest Fan! You have to come meet my friend, Rita too!"
Needless to say, I still have not met JP.  
Perhaps it's best that our A-Rod encounter remained silent. 

Martha Does it again! I met Bernie Williams! And Weekly One Minute Dance (Strut/ Crawl) Party

In exciting personal news, the boy surprised me with a date night jazz show...to see Bernie Williams, one of my favorite former Yankee players and his jazz band at Anthology in SD.
It was an amazing show, I had no idea he had such talent and was de-stressing from games by jamming away and making such beautiful music.

Take me out to the ballgame was an incredibly touching rendition, and the crowd threw in "Route route route for the Yankees" at all the right times.
Made me miss my friday night season ticket crew, our nosebleed "First Row Upper Awning " Shielded-From-Rain seats, the marlboro man and his shaggy mullet, yeunglings at stan's, and Bernie coming through with some clutch hit.
Cheers to Bernie on his new career! He graciously lingered forever signing cds and chatting with the crowd, which was much appreciated, as i'm sure he was beyond ready to head home. 
Please go see him if he comes to your city...I think he'll be known for music instead of baseball pretty soon.




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Am finally catching my breath after last week's Thanksgiving marathon. Had never roasted a turkey before so we decided to have practice Thanksgiving last Monday night so I could try out my new recipes and attempt to cook a large bird for a few friends without ruining everyone's meal on the big day. It was definitely a learning experience.
I was not at all prepared for the waterfall of blood and turkey juices that gushed out as I removed her wrapper, or the nastiness I'd find tucked inside our pretty little lady.
For some reason, I was under the impression that giblets and necks came in a tidy little bag tied neatly with a bow. Not the case apparently. But she gave her life for us, and so I will attempt to make soup out of her spare body parts, and I am thankful that when cooked, she came out beautifully. And so did her sister a few days later... I made a second feast for Mom's visit on the official day. I'll get around to posting my recipes on that food blog I occasionally update. But in the meantime, if you're going to buy a turkey, go find yourself a fresh Diestel one. They were definitely worth all the hype. (And are cheaper at Siesel's / Iowa Meat Farms than Whole Foods)

But I digress. The real reason for my post is to share another one of Martha's gems that arrived in my inbox last week. In case you were wondering how to dress the baby for Thanksgiving. Or needed a centerpiece.

If you missed my last Martha costume post, click here... Oh Martha


Hope you all had fabulous meals with friends and family. And did not eat your children.

Also wanted to thank SYTYCD, which I have gotten sucked into this season for using one of my favorite songs from earlier in the year. It's a great chick anthem by Melanie Fiona, Give It To Me Right. So click play and get up and dance. Or in this case, strut sultrily, and perhaps crawl. It's good for the soul. And the video makes me look forward to heading back to NYC next week.