Bells of Moscow, Indeed
Just watch. Knowing how I struggled with those massive leaping chords makes it all the better. (Igudesman & Joo who do the greatest I Will Survive, apropos)
Just watch. Knowing how I struggled with those massive leaping chords makes it all the better. (Igudesman & Joo who do the greatest I Will Survive, apropos)
Snow, snow, snow as Dapper returns to Australia. Huge fat obese flakes too, and some depth which isn't to be sniffed at. Naturally, a walk was in order.
Very busy week as Dapper packs it up and leaves. Highlights though were the two dinners at two different residences this week. The Ambassador's was very formal, with all the glassware lined up perfectly along the table and good heavy silver. And a butler. The other was equally nice, but more riotous.
Another long weekend! Hurrah!
So we got about five inches of snow last night which, whilst nowhere near Buffalo's 100 inches, should still be cause for celebration. Only the plows got at it and heaped it all up in the gutters where it has been turning to slush and grey squishy mess. Five inches of snow should be so pretty. It's actually really ugly in an urban environment. At least it didn't, as predicted it should have, turn to ice. All the river and creeks are frozen though, which is quite spectacular.
So on my way to Dean & DeLuca to buy cheeses for Dapper's Farewell #1 at C's tomorrow afternoon, I thought I'd pop into Barney's Coop (technically Co-Op, the 'funky' [read cheaper] spin-off to magnificent Barneys in NY, but I prefer to call it Coop) just to see what was on offer. At the back of my head was a ticking timebomb which is not unknown to me called 'I'd like New Pants'.
Sometime ago, after a few champagnes, Dapper and Xena were walking home and went past their favourite house on 16th & Riggs- a magnificent, slighly crumbling 1892 mansion with a huge mofo chandeliar in the front window. It was not the first time they went into raptures, but this time the caretaker was there and contacts were made.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! Social life.