I’m turning 38 this week.
(Thursday, to be exact.)
I don’t tell you this so you can run out and get me a gift and/or a card and/or a cake and/or plan a party for me — though yes, any or all of that would be appreciated.
It’s more that I need to remind myself that I’m not turning 40 this year. Because all of a sudden, I feel like 40 is right around the corner and I’m not ready for it just yet. Continue reading
When my niece, Abby, was born, my sister and brother-in-law told me they were committed to visiting Boston twice a year so that I could be more a part of her life, and so she could see where I live.
They’ve done just that.
Now that I have two nephews, the same philosophy holds true.
And this weekend, the boys — and their sister and their parents — came to visit me.
Like Abby’s first visit, it was a low-key weekend, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t have fun. Continue reading
Dear Marc and Ian,
I know how tough it must be to be two months old.
After all, I was a baby once too, and I lived through it with your big sister, Abby.
All you do is sleep, eat, cry, and poop, over and over again. Without even saying what you want, people pamper you and attend to your every need.
Yes, I know. It’s very hard work, and that’s why you’re always sleeping.
But I have to tell you, boys: sleeping all the time means you’re missing out on some really cool stuff. Continue reading
I’ve learned many things from my dad over the years, but the one lesson that’s stayed with me more than any other is this one: Don’t go to bed angry.
On more than one occasion, I’ve seen my dad get angry with someone, and then, almost without fail, before the day was up, he would apologize or clear the air.
Or, at the very least, he compartmentalized those feelings and didn’t let them affect his interactions with me or anyone else.
I haven’t always heeded that lesson, and too often I’ve actually done the opposite (with not so good results), but I’ve kept it in mind as the basis for what I should be doing. Continue reading
Unless it’s, you know, a booty call or something, you never want the phone to ring after 12 a.m. Especially if you’ve been out, and you’re, well, not sober. Because when people call after midnight, it’s usually not for a good reason.
But sometimes the phone rings after midnight for a good reason. A very good reason. Continue reading
In all the years I’ve lived in Boston (that’s 13, if you’re wondering), and with all the winters that my mom has spent in Florida, my dad has never come up by himself for a “Boys Weekend.”
At least, that was the case before this past weekend. Continue reading
And then, at 2 a.m. Sunday morning, it was all over.
After 17 months of being engaged — and 15 years of not-dating dating, according to one toast — Mitzi and Jason are now married and the wedding is all over.
And I have to say, in spite of all my mockery and comments, it was actually really nice.
I mean, no expense was spared, but it was a classy affair, and just a really, really great night.
I was impressed and many of the folks there said they were too. Continue reading
Alright, fine: I’ll admit this blog post only exists because I thought it’d be funny to show a still from Corpse Bride on the eve of Mitzi’s wedding, especially since it’s also Halloween weekend.
But it also gives me a chance to say, publicly, how much I’m looking forward to the wedding — and I’m not just saying that because Mitzi reads this blog, or because I can already taste the pigs in blankets.
I’m lucky enough to have a close relationship with my sister — she is truly one of my best friends — and I’m really happy for her. Hopefully I’ll tell her as much in my toast tomorrow night, and hopefully I’ll convey how special she is to me, but considering the toast is still mostly in my head, who knows what I’ll actually say. Continue reading
What happens in Atlantic City stays in Atlantic City, and that applies to my money too.
As opposed to the last time I gambled, this weekend I ended up on the losing side.
But hey, all in the name of a good time.
After all, it was Jason’s bachelor party and we were at the Borgata, where there wasn’t much else to do but gamble.
And eat.
And gamble.
And eat.
So without going into too much detail about what we did this weekend — which was more than eat and gamble, by the way. I mean, it wasa bachelor party — I’ll just say our meal at Michael Mina’s Sea Blue was yummy (especially the Molten Peppermint Patty dessert) and a good time was had by all.
Mitzi and Jason were in town this weekend, so we played tourist.
Thankfully, the weather cooperated, and I think it’s safe to say we walked more than 10 miles in total, seven and a half of them on Sunday alone.
Some highlights of the weekend: Continue reading
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