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Hayyyyyyyy. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOST WONDERFUL BOYFRIEND!!!!!!

Or: EXTREME WALKING OVER AND AROUND THINGS, CARRYING LARGE STICKS. I knew an easy way to get once-boy scout Steve to fly across the country and see me would be to dangle outdoor activities, and the promise of trails, and large sticks, in front of him. YOU GUYS IT WORKED.

I had heard of splendid hiking behind the Clark museum down the street, but had yet to go. And so:

Confirmed.

This morning, Steve’s french toast was coconut crusted. It was nice to look at. (So is Steve.)

Last night, Dylan and I were delighted to spend some quality time with our inner old people with a rousing game of BINGO!!! (In a bar.) The game announcer, who I am 97% sure was Hurley from lost, took his sweet time in between letter/ number calling – partially to stretch the game out; partially to watch Canada beat someone in something. And so, it became really exciting. And then, you guys. You guys. I WON. I WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (a shot of tequila.)

Construction Worker: IT WAS SO COLD I WAS FREEZIN MY C**K OFF! (He then spots me, a lady, passing by.) Oh, ‘scuse me ma’am. (Tips his hat; continues conversation.) I WAS FREEZIN MY D**K OFF!!

Or: Reason number 1,347 why I like Steve, who sent this to me at 3 am:  

‘We have animals living with us. As us. Over thousands of years they
have been bred and evolved to live in harmony with us. Have we evolved
in unison with our domesticated animals? I propose that living with
animals increases overall health and happiness of people. Thus our
pets allow us to live a longer life, have more babies, and spread our
evolutionary seed. So, perhaps we have evolved to love animals as a
survival instinct. Petting a cat is soothing and relieves stress that
would keep me occupied when that bear turned the corner and tried to
eat me.’

…My boyfriend’s freshly painted D&D figurines can TOTALLY beat up your boyfriend’s D&D figurines. That is, if he has them. And if he doesn’t – you are thoroughly missing out.

What do you do give to a Seattle-bred Bday boy who has the means to give himself presents of the material variety constantly? He’s got all the Basil plants, cute shirts and video games and gadgets that a boy could want. Whatever should the girlfriend do??

Why, a nautical adventure, of course! Complete with picnic. We both spend so much time working, I thought it’d be nice to, you know, do something. And Do we did.

We took a sunset sail to the Statue of Liberty and back. Happy skippers in khaki’s move about the boat, doing sail-boat related things and bringing you beer and wine.  It was so beautiful and relaxing and – for the first 20 minutes or so (shhhh) SLIGHTLY nauseating (see Bekah; lying down.)

When we reached lady Liberty, it was totally breath-taking. The closest I’ve ever been. So beautiful, that Steve and I sat there starring at her, and Steve said (in earnest) ‘I’m so proud to be an American.’

Me too, birthday boy. Me. Too.

So this guy tried to blow up LaGuardia this morning - sort of. He showed up drunk at 5:30 am. claiming he had a bomb – the central terminal was evacuated as his bags were searched -and a ‘batteries taped together with wires’ was found.

(Batteries taped to wires are not bombs.)

Turns out he’s a programmer by trade. Ie, Steve is next.

I was pretty taken aback by this  Australian band that I heard Saturday night after an SPF show at the Public. And I am now slightly obsessed. It’s really soft and and nice and sort of magical and honest and funny (see album cover ) -

 They’ll be playing at Pete’s Candy Store Saturday night, where I shall be, if anyone cares to join!