AC/CD

Since they are few and far between, we get snazzed up for Date Nights. This time I brushed my bangs straight and put on eyeliner; he found a cool tie and shaved his nice face. Champagne and dessert seemed like the way to go, and since it was late enough for the place to be clearing out, the cute waiter didn't mind. At all. In fact he was winking. A lot. Of course, with my cleavage and mascara, I thought it was me. But then I noticed the giggle next to me and when I said, "what?" he said,
"That waiter keeps winking at me."
"Really? 'Cause I thought he was winking at me."
"No, check it out when he brings the chocolate."
Sure enough, planting a parfait glass in front of us, he managed an artful, sweeping wink, including both of us in the flirt.

Here's to multitasking with elegance, to leaving the door open, and to the occasional preen.

1969

My grandmother gave me this cup the year I was born. I have twelve more, all different.

Bangs, Pigtails

Just Like a Nuthatch

My sister loves and studies birds enough to know that this one is in a "quintessential nuthatch pose."

Sing it, Suit.

This blog is all your fault, you well-dressed, middle-aged man doing the ipod strut across Astor Place.  You tried to walk straight, you tried to hold it in, but then it got to the chorus, and you couldn't.  You just had to belt, "Baby Come Back!"  It was only 9:15 and my day was made.  There was something, in everything about you.