Showing posts with label freezing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freezing. Show all posts

06 January 2011

Where I am...Where I've been, rather.

Too many pictures gone unshared.
been preoccupied editing my CV, writing letters of interest,
and trying not to imagine what I'm facing if I do get this
job teaching drawing. But hey, I need a Job, yeah?
A little income for all this outgoing would be fantastic.

Lets get right into it, shall we?

Monsieur L'Orange inspects the neighbors chickens.

I got a tad OCD with the sugar cookies.

I love a bar that knows it's Holiday decor.
This would be Philip's Bar, where I shared
drinks and stories with the quite lovely,
and adorable, Jason. No pic as I was too shy to ask.


Borscht!

Roasted Brussles Sprouts with Bacon & Lime, thanks to The Paupered Chefs.


Christmas Eve dinner with Liz & Ben.



Such incredible ambience at The Queens Head Pub.



Damon & Vince @ Lafitte's in Exile



New Years Eve.
An evening with Mr. & Mrs. Smith at the hotels Ritz-Carlton and Roosevelt. Respectively.







30 December 2010

So, here's what I missed.

A beautiful little film documenting the 26 December
blizzard in my neighborhood in Astoria, New York.
Glad I missed it, but now I have to go back to it
and face the muck laden glaciers on every street corner.

06 January 2010

yep...



... frozen.

But now I have a title page for the thesis monster.
I also know what karaoke night at a tourist trap in times square is like,
and which coat will be getting the most wear.

(all of you reading in New York, I need recommendations of bars. Now. thanks)

Also. When did I get fat!!!!!
Christmas did a job on my body. Well, that and my horrific (forced) diet of fast food last semester. Forced because you can't really get organic take away at 2 am in New Orleans, or anywhere for that matter. And after a day of dealing with Tulane and build/strike/paint calls from noon to midnight the last thing you want to do is cook.
That and I've not bought proper groceries since before Halloween. I've resigned to buy a pair of trainers and a gym membership as soon as Aunt Sally pays me.

There is something therapeutic about a treadmill. Probably all the fat melting away.