So many photos, so little time...
First up, Shannon and her friend Tara were having a Fun Girl Weekend For Two in Manhattan this weekend.
I had the tremendous pleasure of joining them for the Sex and the City tour of New York, which took us to many locations where the show was filmed and included cupcakes at the famous Magnolia Bakery.
The tour includes a stop at the brownstone in the Village that served as Carrie's front stoop, which I'm sure thrills the homeowners to no end, having 40 women come by four times a day to pose for pictures. But we did it anyway! Go, us! :)
As the tour was winding down, I looked through the brochure that they give you, complete with bios and headshots of all the tour guides, all of whom are gorgeous, all of whom supposedly "have experience on a film or TV set," only to discover that an old friend of mine from college is a tour guide. She was an extra in "Mona Lisa Smile." That counts, I guess.
I often find myself wondering when and if I'll bump into the old S.U. Drama crowd in Manhattan. (My roommate Erika used to get paid to dress up as Miss Spider in the gigantic Times Square Toys R Us.) In any case, I was glad E. wasn't MY "Sex and the City" tour guide.
It would have been nice to see her, actually... But it would have felt really weird watching her pass out coupons to the adult store where Charlotte
bought her rabbit and listen to her disclose "just to us" places where we could find REAL Jimmy Choos, not knock offs! at sample prices! Just... yeah... awkward much?
You can see a few more photos here, including the one above that I took of people I don't know making out on Fifth Avenue after I accidentally spilled about 15 oz of a 20 oz bottle of Diet Pepsi DIRECTLY into my bag and needed to make sure the camera and lens still worked. (They did. Another expensive electronic device was less lucky. Hate that I'm like this. HATE!)
A few nights ago, Joel and I had a Date Night to celebrate his finishing his masters. We went out to the restaurant on the beach where we had our first date and stopped at a carnival on our way home. Is it just me, or did any other women in my generation grow up thinking that carnivals were the most romantic thing ever? Anyone else? I don't know where I got that impression, probably from the movies, except I can't think of WHICH movie. There's a carnival in "Big" where Josh Whatever His Name Was sees the girl he has a crush on, but she blows him off so he makes a wish to the dobbing devil head thingy and wakes up as Tom Hanks. I don't know.
We didn't stay long, what with the teeny-boppers and the greasy diesel fried dough smell, but we did ride burlap sacks down the Olbigatory Big Slide and play a game of Whack-a-Mole. I won a stuffed dog that looks just like Bella.
She freakin' loves this thing.
It has temporarily surpassed Monkey as the favorite toy.
Bella: I love you! I step on your neck!
For the Fred fans out there, and I know there are a few, here's one where he snuck into the background...
Fred: I love you, too. I am, however, planning to pee on something you like a lot sometime verrrry sooooon....
Speaking of pets, I took some photos of my friend Jen and her pug Smush. Smush is a clown in a fur coat if ever I met one.
You can see the rest of the photos, including some pretty portraits of Jen, here.