I woke up this morning excited for my day at the spa but my mood was quickly changed when I turned on the radio. What could possibly depress me on my day of relaxation? Jose Mourinho, my favorite coach in all of football, has left Chelsea! There has been a lot of tension between him and the owner in the past year or so, but to lose Jose is to lose the spirit of Chelsea. Don't get me wrong- you all know Arsenal is my favorite team- but Jose was a character unmatched in English football. I will miss his funny comments about making omelettes without Grade A eggs. Farewell, Jose. You will be missed.
30 Ain't So Bad and Navels Look Nicer Without Their Piercings
Quick quiz: which of those statements do I actually believe?
For those of you who don't know- I turned 30 yesterday. Let me start by saying I was fine with turning 30. I have had an amazing 30 years and can't wait to see what the next 30 bring. Well, I felt that way until Monday afternoon when I took the midwife's orders and had my navel ring removed. No big deal, right? Oh no, my friends. When you are about to turn 30 AND you are pregnant with your first child AND you are about to buy your first home, removing your navel ring becomes a bit more symbolic. Well, at least it did for me. I came to the obvious conclusion that I was giving into old age and would never have fun again. Please remember that I am pregnant and excused from momentary bouts of insanity. Suffice to say Monday night wasn't pleasant for me or my loving husband who tried unsuccessfully to convince me of how much fun I am while I cried into my pillow.
Tuesday was a new day, however, and I refused to allow my naked and unattractive navel to get me down. John, the amazing man I married, made me French Toast for breakfast and handed me a Mommy-to-be Day at the Spa as my gift! When he left for work, I opened my other cards and gifts- thank you to everyone! And took a nice long bath. Mariesa took me to lunch at Sticky Fingers, a great American burger-type joint, for lunch. We had a fabulous time. See?
Steve and John took me out for my birthday dinner at Boheme Kitchen and Bar so that I could indulge in Macaroni and Cheese. Have you noticed the theme of the day? I couldn't drink to my birthday, so I ate to it and ate and ate and ate. Then it was off to Spamalot for lots of laughs. As I sat there listening to King Arthur and his gang sing, "Look on the bright side of life," I was reminded of how lucky I am to be where I am at the young age of 30. And I left that theatre honestly looking forward to the next thirty years (while still missing my navel ring ever so much.) See how happy I was?
Thanks to everyone for your emails, calls, cards and gifts. It really helped to make it one of the best birthdays ever.
Almost as though penned by the hand of Aeschylus, Perros Del Diablo fell from grace Wednesday. Our hamartia was hubris, and it was our hubris that laid us low. After soundly defeating our first opponents of the night with definite authority, we allowed ourselves to rest on our laurels the second match, thereby losing the Championship.
No Deus ex Machina came to our rescue, our only solace was our sole supporter to whom we awarded our trophy for winning the first 5 weeks of the Premier League.
Since we got a new punter, here's a punter trivia question: Which Eagles kicker holds the record for 15 punts in one game? 1. Jeff Fagles 2. Tom Hutton 3. John Teltschik 4. Sean Landeta
In the spirit of Labor Day Metronet has gone on strike. This means that all but 3 tube lines are not running in London until Friday. I happen to be lucky enough to live on one of those lines that is running. However, we now have all the several gajillion folks trying to cram on as they figure out how to get work. So I plan on taking good ol' bus 88. I'll let you know how that works out.
Well, for those of you don't know, Jamie's pregnant - 15 1/2 weeks! And yes, it is mine.
So what else have we done? Well, we were in the states for a while. Jamie went home to visit Sarah, Christian, & Henry. Henry:
We had an early 30th birthday party for Jamie at her parents' house. Her mom even got Jamie the same clown she had when she turned 1 (he was 17 at the time). We told our families we were expecting via the medium of progressive folk guitar. A link at the bottom of this is to the video if you're interested.
Clown (Jamie is not 1 here):
I worked in the NYC office for a 6 days, which was good. I also played golf with my boss which was fun, if not exemplary of my semester of golf lessons, oh 8 years ago. Guess it is time to go back to the pro shop and buy me some lessons! I also spent a lot of time catching up with people I haven't seen in forever.
We then had ANOTHER party for Jamie with our peeps from NYC and other assorted guests with cars. The 60 degree and rainy (lovely English weather, what what.) weather we had all week in the city was replaced by 95 and 100% humidity. Perfect weather for sitting in Central Park! After a picnic we migrated downtown to Mexican Radio for a massive dinner (Table for 20 please, thanks). We all enjoyed the lovely atmosphere and the exquisite presentation of the dishes as more catching up and regaling of stories of the past year was done. Thank goodness it was good mexican food, cause lord knows we can't get any here. THEN we whittled down to a small group and visited Kellie at Pennyfeathers and then migrated to 119 to see Wayne.
Birthday Girl!
I must note that totally unplanned, my brother Mike and fiance Caitie were in Astoria visiting a friend. So we all got together at 119 and danced to the Oldies and crazy punk until all hours. Rockin Robin indeed.
UP next - our trip to Dover! Trivia Answer: 3. John Teltschik Oh yeah - video:
