We had some notable family events occur during the month of March and they all coincided in the last two weeks which made things exciting. Son turned 24 and we ate Spanish food to celebrate and Daughter had her photos displayed at a cafe in Brooklyn so for that evening we dined Boho French.
Son, Husband and I went to fête Daughter at the opening reception the restaurant had for her and it was a gift to share the evening together along with her legion of friends, fellow artists, and assorted dining patrons. It was a huge success and the owners of the cafe, an unpretentious and delicious bistro on Bedford Avenue, were so thrilled with the presentation of the photos and the buzz they received that they’ve extended the exhibit. In case you’re nowhere near Williamsburg, here’s the wall.
The weekend before the photo opening, Husband and I had tickets to Avenue Q on Broadway, my Valentine’s gift from Husband. Avenue Q won the Tony Award for Best Musical in 2004 so this being 2008 it came time for us to see it. Make a note in June of which play wins for this year and then look for my timely review in 2012. You’ll thank me; tickets will be cheaper by then.
Avenue Q was hilariously original and fun and the premise is a riff on Sesame Street with all the actors on stage working puppets alongside them as well as performing. It’s the familiar boy meets girl-boy loses girl-boys gets girl back theme but done fresh. You may be wondering how so as a teaser I have two words for you: puppet sex. If that doesn’t inspire ticket sales I don’t know what will.
I’m on a school break now but can’t really do much until I get the MRI results of the possible broken hand that I told you about in Indiana Wants Me. I’m doing these blog entries one-handed, which is torture, and to take my mind off my anxiety about healing in time for the new semester, Daughter gave me The Kite Runner to read. When I’m not doing one of those two things I’m watching TV and trying to reconcile the choices made by celebrity endorsers.
Queen Latifah can sell me anything as I mentioned in For A Limited Time Only. And I believe Dennis Hopper when he tells us baby boomers that to prepare for the future we don’t need a nip and a tuck — we need a pla-a-a-n. But I’m not so sure about taking Sally Field’s advice about bone density and osteoporosis. I’m thinking she should have been more careful when she was landing in the trees as The Flying Nun. And Jamie Lee Curtis sitting cross-legged on a sofa singing the digestive praises of Activia just plain upsets me. I want to think of her doing that wacky, sexy striptease for Arnold in True Lies. I’m sorry she can’t take a comfortable shit now but I don’t want to hear about it.
Daughter’s Featured Fotos provide A Different Perspective
macy’s thanksgiving day parade
atlanta aquarium
bahamas anchor