The Featureless Saint and the Diva went to New York City for the weekend to visit with the Nerak the Auntie Claus and her boyfriend1, who no longer live in the city but were there for a vacation.
The Diva had a beer:
Because NYC is just lawless.2
She also went to the Bronx Zoo, where she sat in a stump.
And read about lizards.
There was also a trip to Brighton Beach and the Natural History Museum. One of the highlights, tho, was a late lunch at Risotteria, where she was greeted by a cup of breadsticks she could actually eat. There was great joy, I'm told, and bonding with the girl seated near her, who also has celiac.
The Boy and I stayed here. We did routine stuff like haircuts and grocery shopping and fun playdates. I also finished the Diva's socks.3
I also started a birthday present for someone who reads the blog so this is the most you will see of this thing:
1) who I've not come up with a good nickname for yet or, rather, all of the ones I've come up with involve the word Brit, which just doesn't quite seem right. I mean, he is British but there are certainly more nicknameable aspects of his personality but I also don't really know him well enough to know where that line between clever and offensive is him. Hrm. Maybe he'll come up with his own. And also I'm hesitant to use the word boyfriend because he's certainly no longer a boy (boyish, maybe, but not technically a boy) but manfriend is wrong on a number of levels and they've been seeming each other for, well, quite a bit, and boyfriend implies a more transient relationship (rather than a relationship with transients, which would be different). What I'm saying is ... um ... nothing of note. Carry on.
2) It's apple juice. Relax.
3) I hate knitting with cotton. I like some spring in my yarn. Still, she's thrilled with them so I'll shut up.