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Thursday, November 16, 2006
View from the pier
For all of you associating Hoboken with Frank Sinatra, drunken thugs or -dare I say it- Hobos, here's what the British side of the family calls, "A bit of alright". This is a photo taken by the awesome people over at Hoboken411, who do an incredible job of staying on top of all things Hoboken. Which is where we live. Stop by and see us some time and enjoy spectacular views of New York (below), delicious Peruvian food, or crooked politicians!
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Thursday, September 14, 2006
Wedding Conversations
There's nothing worse (contextually speaking) than the awkward silence that descends upon a gaggle of wedding guests during the seemingly interminable wait between hors d'oeuvres platters. Luckily for you, oh wedding guest of ours, Molly and I have decided to lend a helping hand by randomly posting fascinating facts about ourselves and our guests so that you all have something delightful to discuss as you await the next delivery of weenies-in-a-blanket.
Imagine the thrill when you are able to counter someone's coversational jab, "Molly's favorite color is pink!" with the devastating (and insightful!) uppercut that is, "Yes, but what Molly truly favors is Lebanon bologna"! If someone were to comment that they, "...hear that Rick loves the scenic view from his balcony in Hoboken" wouldn't it be fantastic if you could correct them: "Yes, but what Rick really prefers is the scenic views of his childhood in Castelldefels"? Of course it would!
In summation: check back regularly for the updates on 'Wedding Conversations' and learn a thing or two about the Bride, the Groom and their guests before the big day.
Imagine the thrill when you are able to counter someone's coversational jab, "Molly's favorite color is pink!" with the devastating (and insightful!) uppercut that is, "Yes, but what Molly truly favors is Lebanon bologna"! If someone were to comment that they, "...hear that Rick loves the scenic view from his balcony in Hoboken" wouldn't it be fantastic if you could correct them: "Yes, but what Rick really prefers is the scenic views of his childhood in Castelldefels"? Of course it would!
In summation: check back regularly for the updates on 'Wedding Conversations' and learn a thing or two about the Bride, the Groom and their guests before the big day.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Night Terrors
The move is complete! Molly and I are officially moved in to our apartment thanks to Mike Welch, U-Haul, and Bagels-4-U X-tra Strong Brew coffee. Here's what I like best about the move being over:
1. Not coming home to a 'scary loner' apartment. With Molly's organizational skills (including strategically placed lamps and plants) the apartment now feels habitable - a place to relax rather than a cavernous, echo-y squat that smells like ketchup and broken dreams.
2. Insta-fam. That's right - I get double-bonus points because not only do I get a nice place to live, but I also pick up an instant-family that includes: one fiance (Molly) and two awesome kitties (Ally and Jackson). Who could ask for anything more? Actually I could use a hovercraft, but that's not going to happen. Yet.
Here's what I do not like about the move being over: night terrors. Yep, night terrors. Let me tell you something - I've seen some scary crap in the course of my life (midnight Romanian border-crossings pre-fall-of-the-Iron-Curtain, jumping out of a plane, and my final Statistics exam at b-school), but honestly: until you've had a cat leap on to your chest during REM sleep, you don't know fear.
1. Not coming home to a 'scary loner' apartment. With Molly's organizational skills (including strategically placed lamps and plants) the apartment now feels habitable - a place to relax rather than a cavernous, echo-y squat that smells like ketchup and broken dreams.
2. Insta-fam. That's right - I get double-bonus points because not only do I get a nice place to live, but I also pick up an instant-family that includes: one fiance (Molly) and two awesome kitties (Ally and Jackson). Who could ask for anything more? Actually I could use a hovercraft, but that's not going to happen. Yet.
Here's what I do not like about the move being over: night terrors. Yep, night terrors. Let me tell you something - I've seen some scary crap in the course of my life (midnight Romanian border-crossings pre-fall-of-the-Iron-Curtain, jumping out of a plane, and my final Statistics exam at b-school), but honestly: until you've had a cat leap on to your chest during REM sleep, you don't know fear.
Friday, August 25, 2006
he finally proposed!
Rick asked me to be his wife on July 29, 2006. The scenario was...I was in the kitchen of our new apartment putting dishes away, as usual! I stood on the counter to reach a top shelf, Rick protesting the entire time "You'll hurt yourself! Let me! Let me!" Thinking he was a fool, I promptly ignored him and stood up. BAM! I hit my head on the ceiling! I retreated to a more comfortable position on the counter and rubbed my sore noggin. Rick was sitting up on the counter with me, rubbing his knees and looking like he was about to puke (he didn't know that I noticed that!). He kept asking me if I wanted something out of the cupboard. "Of course I don't!" Over and over he asked. As I sat, rubbing my head, he pulls out the ring box and puts it into my hand..."Are you sure you don't want this?" "What is this?" I replied...feeling my heart in my throat...I knew what is was! "It's yours if you say yes...and so am I" and he hopped of the counter, got down on one knee, opened a box with the most beautiful ring I have ever seen, and asked. "YES!" We popped the champagne and celebrated amidst the chaos that was our apartment. Rick likes to think that is was the sheer corny-ness of his lines that made me say yes...I like to think it was the daze from the bump on the head. Either way, we're both in for it! Please join us as we plan our wedding (and hopefully not lose our minds in the process!).
xoxoxoxo
molly
xoxoxoxo
molly
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