Can hardly believe that it’s been almost 6 months since Vini & I said ‘I do!’ Here are some snaps of our epic honeymoon trip to Amsterdam, Bruges, Brussels & Paris. We drank local beer, held hands, and felt generally amazed at our good fortune in finding each other.
“Having it all seems to breed wanting more. And since we can’t have it all because it is statistically impossible, and since there is no such thing as more than all, the whole notion seems, I’m sorry to say, depressingly American.”
Happy Friday. I’m still reeling from Tuesday night’s performance by Amy Yakima and Travis Wall. It’s everything.
Have a great weekend!
Post indoor soccer game Banana-Berry special, to the rescue. For the record, we’re playing out of our league. Lost 11-2 tonight. Tied last week, which we count as a moral victory. But, yay for fun exercise! I’ll take losing a soccer game over the elliptical 8 days a week.
Leave it to James Vincent McMorrow’s gorgeous self to breathe new life into a brooding classic.
I was reminded of this cover during last night’s «amazing!» SYTYCD episode.
Last night was pure legend at play. Paul McCartney played to a packed Park. To say he goddamn rocked is damn right on.
He tributed While My Guitar Gently Weeps to George, on the uke.
He played Here Today to John.
The lengthy set list took me right back to childhood, cross-legged in the living room, headphones up loud in front of a well-equipped stereo system (Dad, Mom: thank you!).
It reminded me of summers ago, beating the sidewalk to a used record store a good 10 blocks from my house for my very first CD, a Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album of my own.
Us at The Best Concert Ever.
It was a glorious summer night, we sang along together.
Paul McCartney, you are epic.
my daydreaming break took me here today… and it feels very “Lord of the Rings”
(Just gonna add the Azores to my places-to-go list now.)
Oh what a doozy that was, my 30th year.
The very very first thing that happened: Vini, my live-in boyfriend whom I love most dearly, popped the question. Clearly, I said Yes.
And then we went to Disney World!
We shared our news with his parents, my parents, and all our friends and family.
Sweet friends from California came to visit us in the early spring, as did my parents. Warm smiles are
welcomed needed in the early spring in New England.
Vini was laid-off and unemployed for 4 months through the spring, before landing a job at a great company. He’s met great people since and found a great niche there.
We went to NYC and stayed at the Ritz.
We got a puppy! Beans the Boston Terrier joined our house in May and brings us daily joy.
I (We) fell in love with the state of Vermont. On trips to see our farmer friends, Kate & Nick, on trips pursuing mouth-watering craft beer, love of place spread and took root in me.
I met baby Jonas, first son of Mark and Giulia, weeks after he was born in May.
Later in June, well, I woke up and there was an intruder in my room. In a South Carolina vacation rental with 10 other young women, no harm came, but talk about a scare. (btw: I saw that f*cker out, yelled, and called the cops.)
My best friend in the world married her boyfriend of 8 years at the groom’s sister’s house in Napa, mid August. Love was all around.
Emily and Kevin visited from Raleigh…then, later in the year, got engaged!
I got to show-off Boston in September to my southern belle bridesmaid, Elizabeth.
Vini and I travelled together to see two dear friends wed in Sonoma in September.
We spent Thanksgiving in Vermont with lovely friends, and counted our blessings on fingers and toes.
My brother married a lovely woman who is absolutely perfect for him on the 1st of December in Charlotte NC.
I received a raise and a promotion.
Vini and I spent Christmas in Boston, our first little family Christmas. We skyped with his extended family in Brasil, and I was woefully jealous of their tank tops and tans!
PS - I started learning Portuguese, which will be a life long pursuit!
Thanks for reading, and best wishes to you for 2013. I think this year will be a great one.
(Post) Christmas Blues
Pretty Paper - Willie Nelson