The Wedding Shower
Foxy Cleopatra has left me home alone on a Saturday once again!
She's attending a wedding shower being held in her honor in a posh suburb of New Jersey. It's women-only, although more and more frequently these days wedding showers are mixed gatherings. I assure you, this is not a complaint.
For some reason, men don't seem to do as well at these types of functions as women and metrosexuals do, so I'm actually very pleased with the format. Perhaps it has something to do with a general lack of interest in all things relating to the announcement, preparation, and execution of nuptials. The lone regret that I have is that I won't be able to sample the mélange of gourmet Arabic creations prepared by the gushing attendees.
I'll just have a cheeseburger here instead.
Update on the Chienne de Sade: she's sleeping the sleep of the just; exhausted after having her overtures rebuffed by the blanket, the coffee table leg, and what is now a sad-looking decorative plant. I suspected, by the look on her face when she spotted it from across the room, that she might attempt some unnatural alliance with it. Ah well, poor thing.
Tonight, Foxy and I are going out with her best friend and Best Friend's boyfriend. We're going to start here in the apartment, then go to some bars in lower Manhattan. It should be a nice time. We'll most likely be staying in a part of Manhattan called TriBeCa, an acronym for Triangle Below Canal.
This neighborhood was revitalized in the last fifteen years by actor Robert De Niro, most notably, and is home to the annual Tribeca Film Festival. It is delineated by Canal Street to the north, Broadway to the east, Vesey Street to the south, and by the mighty Hudson River to the west. In bygone days, Tribeca was the the meat-packing and textile center of New York City. This is still evidenced by the imposing romanesque facades of old factories and the wrought-iron overhangs of former meat-packing facilities. It's a wonderful place to explore.
Tomorrow I leave for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to visit family. It's about an hour and forty-five minutes away from New York to the south, and quite a nice ride. More on Philadelphia, or Philly to those of us in the know, tomorrow.
She's attending a wedding shower being held in her honor in a posh suburb of New Jersey. It's women-only, although more and more frequently these days wedding showers are mixed gatherings. I assure you, this is not a complaint.
For some reason, men don't seem to do as well at these types of functions as women and metrosexuals do, so I'm actually very pleased with the format. Perhaps it has something to do with a general lack of interest in all things relating to the announcement, preparation, and execution of nuptials. The lone regret that I have is that I won't be able to sample the mélange of gourmet Arabic creations prepared by the gushing attendees.
I'll just have a cheeseburger here instead.
Update on the Chienne de Sade: she's sleeping the sleep of the just; exhausted after having her overtures rebuffed by the blanket, the coffee table leg, and what is now a sad-looking decorative plant. I suspected, by the look on her face when she spotted it from across the room, that she might attempt some unnatural alliance with it. Ah well, poor thing.
Tonight, Foxy and I are going out with her best friend and Best Friend's boyfriend. We're going to start here in the apartment, then go to some bars in lower Manhattan. It should be a nice time. We'll most likely be staying in a part of Manhattan called TriBeCa, an acronym for Triangle Below Canal.
This neighborhood was revitalized in the last fifteen years by actor Robert De Niro, most notably, and is home to the annual Tribeca Film Festival. It is delineated by Canal Street to the north, Broadway to the east, Vesey Street to the south, and by the mighty Hudson River to the west. In bygone days, Tribeca was the the meat-packing and textile center of New York City. This is still evidenced by the imposing romanesque facades of old factories and the wrought-iron overhangs of former meat-packing facilities. It's a wonderful place to explore.
Tomorrow I leave for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to visit family. It's about an hour and forty-five minutes away from New York to the south, and quite a nice ride. More on Philadelphia, or Philly to those of us in the know, tomorrow.
posted by SD at 9:26 PM
2 Comments:
Hmmm. Why can't we have fun, cool areas with fun, cool bars here? envy.
The grass always seems greener, doesn't it?
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