Sunday was date day! And it was great.

30 08 2009

For my birthday, Conrad gave me two big gifts: 2 tickets to see Avenue Q, and dinner reservations at a restaurant on our “to eat at” list, Mermaid Inn.

Well, after two intense dramas, Avenue Q was Broadway redemption. I can’t remember the last time wet laughed so hard, for so long.  It definitely wasn’t the all-girls comedy show we saw, that’s for sure. No, this cast of 6 was phenomenal. If you don’t know, Avenue Q stars puppets. It’s a Sesame Street for adults, if you will. There’s a gay puppet, a slutty puppet, a porn-loving puppet – and that’s just the beginning. You can see more of the puppeteers than I expected, and they themselves acted as complementary roles to their puppet characters.  The voices were amazing — the singing voices, and also the ability to seemingly split their personality and perform the voice of another character under someone else’s control. It was slanderous and rowdy and fun and escapist. If you haven’t seen it yet — do. It closes on September 13!!

We had late dinner reservations, which meant we didn’t have to rush. So we got to hop on the bus (which I love) and headed up to our old neighborhood. Much to our delight, today was Amsterdam Avenue’s street festival. Yay! The street is closed to traffic, vendors park their booths were normally there are cars and delivery trucks. Smells of roasting corn mingle with Thai noodle dishes and watermelon snacks. Hawkers sell hats, jewelry, t-shirts, kids clothing, rugs, sheets, socks … truly a little bit of everything, and always a surprise. Last year I found the greatest pair of Indian-style handmade shoes. Sadly, I’ve never found him again, but I keep hoping we do!  Somehow Conrad managed to find a weird locking bit of some kind or other that he HAD to have (naturally, he just needed it this week — what are the odds it was right there on the table in front of his eyes… ).

Naturally, after strolling around in the sunshine, we were quite thirsty. And it being only 5 or so, a little too hungry to wait until 7pm dinner reservations. Hark, did someone say mussels and a great beer at a newly opened B Cafe West? Red curry and coconut milk meld together to make Mussels Malay Laksa. It sounds good, and it’s better than it sounds. Plus the great Belgian beers were served each in their own brewer’s glass, which I love. So yeah, we’d go there again. Only one problem. Our lazy appetizer snack was pretty filling.

We walked around a bit to work our appetite back into a frenzy (or at least fool ourselves into thinking it was). Mermaid Inn is a fish shack gone fancy. We started by sharing a crab  gazpacho that was light and lovely.  For dinner, we shared a Sunday pasta special — a version of their normal “pasta with salad on top.” It was a tossed with little necks, mussels, calamari (including the tentacle ends) and perfectly cooked baby scallops and is topped with just the right amount of peppery arugula. Thankfully, Mermaid Inn doesn’t have a dessert menu — but to make up for it, they give each patron a little cup of chocolate pudding to end on a sweet note.

What a great birthday! And as every Leo knows, any excuse to drag it out beyond the actual day just makes the celebration that much sweeter.





Our new roommate squeaks

27 08 2009

Yes.  We have mice. Sadly, like bedbugs and roaches, this is not a problem reserved only for those in rent-controlled apartments. (Though really, you get such a great deal, I think taking the vermin on for the rest of us would be quite considerate.)

We knew they were here when they left their tell-tale little calling cards. Poops. Gross. I was out for blood. And I got it. Conrad killed three. And we saw no more poops. Gone? You know the answer. Of course not.

No, these guys went to rally the troops. To bury their dead and allow the proper time for mourning, and then to double their force and come out tales waving high, little mouse toes scampering lightly. They took this new mission on with a certain gusto I hadn’t expected. In fact, this latest crew they’ve sent in is bordering on rude. Guerilla warfare. They will walk out and say hi. Scurry along the wall only to pop down where you’re quite sure there is no opening. And traps? Oh, we can lure them in. I’m a fisherman’s daughter – and I can bait with the best of ‘em.  But much to my chagrin, there little 0.5″ brains are smarter than me …

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Note: Merl is standing ON the trap

And so I give you Merl. Merl is small. I mean tiny. Merl is the bomb squad. They send Merl in first. He scampers over to the trap and inspects the food. Then he gives the all clear. It goes like this, “Hey! Food! Organic peanut butter dipped in a lovely imported parmigiano reggiano!” (Note: NYC mice are fickle. They like mom’s homemade cookies and imported cheese – the other stuff, gets a turned nose and an extra poop to emphasize their dislike.)

And then out comes Murray. Murray is fierce. He is the brains of the operation. Murray inspects the trap for function. He finds the best way to extract the food from the locking mechanism and export it to who knows where. Murray has the soft, quick hands of a power-thief.

How do I know about Merl and Murray? I observed all this from my home office, looking out into the kitchen, where I watched the showdown between man and beast. And we lost.

Well Merl, well Murray, you may have won this battle. But we will win the war. This I can promise you. Tomorrow we are bringing in our big guns. The exterminator arrives with WoMD and he’s not afraid to use them.  And if you win that battle too, I have another trick up my sleeves. Much to Conrad’s chagrin, it’s a one-word answer that starts with “C” and ends with “AT”. … But we’ll only bring out that dirty word if all else fails. It’s that or move.

Bring it on.





Bad at blogging, good at life.

27 08 2009

Ok, so we (I) have been bad at the blog of late. Thank you dad, momma R, and Andy for telling us (me) that you miss our updates. After blog > Facebook > Twitter, I’ve been getting social networking fatigue.  Plus I stare at a computer screen all day at work, so the luxury of not doing so in my free-time is something I’m treasuring more and more… and since Conrad won’t help me in authoring posts on this blog …

But my people miss me. Har. So we’re back baby. To all who missed us, this next post is for you.

So what *have* we been up to in the last few months? Plenty … here’s a taste:

  • Bought a condo in Harlem (I think we told y’all that already)
  • Meeting neighbors (people know people here, funny … it’s like we hopped in a time machine and went back to old-New York)
  • Co-Hosted a Harlem house tour (Conrad helped me and other neighbors write a book, several friends and colleagues joined in the day — it was a fun success)
  • Joined a community garden (we’re now growing tomatoes, collards, lettuces, peppers and other yummy stuff)
  • Covered an IBM event in Germany (Rebecca did) where I randomly bumped in to my friend from the Netherlands (thank you Facebook)
  • Conrad made his first attempt at his CCIE exam … didn’t pass, but walked away feeling better about it than he thought he would.
  • Missed out on seeing Les Paul before he passed away
  • Didn’t miss out on Mr DiFara and his famous pizza (worth the 2-hour commute, at least once).
  • Tried the best tacos in New York City (according to a self-proclaimed foodie at work anyway) way out in Queens
  • Gearing up for LobsterFest 2009

Some people have asked what’s still on our list. Here’s some of that:

  • Catch Avenue Q before it closes (we have tickets on Sunday)
  • Eat at Tavern on the Green
  • Hit the top of both Empire and Top of the Rock
  • Host a party with more than 10 friends who also live in NYC (silly isn’t it, but meeting people you really like in a new place is never easy — we never underestimate the value of a great friend)
  • Take the ChinaTown bus
  • Road trip to Niagra Falls
  • … and there’s more.

So, I’m going to be better at this. If I’m not, be sure to flick a wet noodle at me and tell me you care about the piddly goings on in our little life, and we’ll trade some more stories.








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