Seriously?
An editor who works two cubes away from me has started bringing her dog to work. It's a Chihuahua. It wears a sweater. It follows her around. Thankfully, I haven't heard it barking. But what confuses me the most is that I ride the bus with her every day. She commutes an hour from Brooklyn every day--with her dog. OK. We get it. You really like your dog. But give me a break.
Oh yeah, now I remember.
I knew there was something else I was going to blog about. Fake St. Patrick's Day. Hoboken celebrates it the first weekend in March each year. Basically it's an excuse for people to start drinking in the street at 10 in the morning. I don't get it, but I approve. The parade was a bit disappointing (not enough crazy floats, way too many old guys in kilts). I had plenty of beer and got to see one of my favorite bands and shake it to some awesome Irish tunes. It was such a good time that I was asleep by 10:30. I'm still more excited for real St. Patrick's Day, though. (Friday! Woodside! People with real Irish accents!)
Road trip
I went to Boston over the weekend with the boy. We met up with Marijane (who I hear has a blog now. I want the address!) and Brian. We ate at a hippie organic pizza parlor. We went to Salem, which has lots of witch museums and some good beer. It was a good trip. Until the boy got sick. That wasn't as much fun. Overall, though, a really good time.
An editor who works two cubes away from me has started bringing her dog to work. It's a Chihuahua. It wears a sweater. It follows her around. Thankfully, I haven't heard it barking. But what confuses me the most is that I ride the bus with her every day. She commutes an hour from Brooklyn every day--with her dog. OK. We get it. You really like your dog. But give me a break.
Oh yeah, now I remember.
I knew there was something else I was going to blog about. Fake St. Patrick's Day. Hoboken celebrates it the first weekend in March each year. Basically it's an excuse for people to start drinking in the street at 10 in the morning. I don't get it, but I approve. The parade was a bit disappointing (not enough crazy floats, way too many old guys in kilts). I had plenty of beer and got to see one of my favorite bands and shake it to some awesome Irish tunes. It was such a good time that I was asleep by 10:30. I'm still more excited for real St. Patrick's Day, though. (Friday! Woodside! People with real Irish accents!)
Road trip
I went to Boston over the weekend with the boy. We met up with Marijane (who I hear has a blog now. I want the address!) and Brian. We ate at a hippie organic pizza parlor. We went to Salem, which has lots of witch museums and some good beer. It was a good trip. Until the boy got sick. That wasn't as much fun. Overall, though, a really good time.
3 Comments:
ditto about the damn dog! and ok. i admit it. i'm excited about woodside too. :) EVEN if i don't meet a boy, b/c quality time with my girlfriends outside of hoboken is to be treasured, and i'm so over having expectations. i think life could be better/easier without them dahling. xo, tina
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Anonymous, at 10:45 PM
Hey girl! Just wanted to stop by and wish you REAL St. Patty's day! :) Enjoy your green beer.
Oh, and my parents are no longer Belvidere residents. They sold our home. They are moving to their woods just outside of Freeport.
-Amber
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Anonymous, at 2:04 PM
You can find me at www.onewordwithani.blogspot.com. It has been awhile since I posted, but I hope to fix that this weekend!
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Mj, at 4:02 PM
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