Man of the Hour

It's him or me that's what he said

But I can't choose between a vegan and a pot head

So I chose you because you're sweet

And you give me lots of lovin' and you eat meat

And that's how you became my only man of the hour

You never lie and you don't cheat

And you don't have any baggage tied to your forefeet

Do I deserve to be the one who will feed you breakfast, lunch and dinner

And take you to the park at dawn

Will you really be my only man of the hour?

I know you'll never bring me flowers

Flowers they will only die

And though we'll never take a shower together

I know you'll never make me cry

You never argue, you don't even talk

And I like the way you let me lead you

When we go outside and walk

Will you really be my only man of the hour?

My only man of the hour

--Norah Jones, "Man of the Hour"

LG got a fish.  Now she's a proud parent.  This song makes me want a dog.  Or a man.  I'd take a man too. 

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Favorites from the Weekend

This weekend brought a new roommate, the John Adams Memorial Foot Race, a jaunt down to Williamsburg, holding, feeding and changing Abigail, Sam's Blessing, wrestling Snow kids, and a couple episodes of Life. 

Here are my favorite photos from those events:

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One Short Day in NYC

What would you do with less than 24 hours in NYC?  I've been a few times in the last year, so I've tried to do something different during each visit.  This is what I did this time around.

My bus arrived around 9:30 am. Angela, Ace, and I met for brunch.  Then we got sweets from Magnolia Bakery and sat outside to enjoy the weather. 

Around 2:00 pm, I fell in love with Bert  in Mary Poppins.  Christian Borle's portrayal of Bert is just adorable.  The 7-year-old girls sitting around me were giddy about him too.

In between shows, Angela and I walked around Central Park, through the Time Warner building, ate gelato and dinner (dessert should always come first).

At about 8:00 pm, I fell in love with Emile de Becque in South Pacific.  Oh my hotness.  Paulo Szot plays the self-exiled 44-year-old Frenchman.   And since I have a thing for French-speaking men who are almost twice my age...Emile de Becque is such a dream.  I could listen to him sing "Some Enchanted Evening," "Dites-moi" and "This Nearly was Mine" until the stars turn cold.  Paulo Szot is debuting at the Metropolitan Opera this season in The Nose.

After the show, since Times Square was being evacuated, Angela and I walked from Lincoln Center to Penn Station.  We lingered in the station for about an hour next to the Police Desk.  During this time we got an offer from a guy to get f***ed up with drinks and pot.  We declined.  Then I caught my bus back to DC. 

The good thing about taking a trip to NYC is that there is always someone else who wants to go.  Thank you for planning a trip, Angela! Or if no one else can go, I have the good excuse to visit a few friends who are now living there.  I can't ever leave without wondering when I will come back...always hoping it will be soon. 

I snapped this quick pic in Georgetown upon arriving home in DC Sunday morning.  It's rare that I'm awake at such an early hour in the district (it was about 6:30 am). I'm not a photographer, but I had to try to capture the brilliance of the new day.

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