Weekend Update

Friday Night Report
Trina Turk had a little shindig at her flagship store here in PS. Special guests included Michelle Phillips and "Your Pal" Hal Lifson. A nice meet and greet mingle while looking at clothes there's no way in hell I could ever wear.

I love Trina, but I hate getting ready for anything hosted by her. She's just so fabulous. All I can to is stare into my closet, a sea of solid blacks and neutrals, poster child for Banana Republic and J Crew that I am, and feel overwhelmed by the sheer lack of any pattern or print. All I have is a hawaiian print shirt and trust me, that would not go over well with this crowd. So I donned my usual uniform: flat front khakis, black linen shirt, black belt and black boots and stood there with my wine in hand and had a great black and khaki time despite the monochromality (hey, I made up a word!) of my being.

Everyone was going out for drinks at Citron a.k.a. The Lemon Bar afterwards. Citron is cool. Hip. Urban even. I love it. I feel like I'm not in Mayberry anymore. Interesting clientele and good mod decor. One problem? The drink prices are outrageous. Maybe I'm a total cheapskate but honestly... $12 for a fucking cocktail? Please. My cousin has thusly dubbed it The Sucker Bar.

So I skipped out, went home and made my own damn Lemon Drop for about 50¢. And it was good.

Saturday Night Report
After another Segway filled day, courtesy of the gentleman on the right (aside: I took that photo while seated on the Tiffany Blue Vespa - with matching helmet), we went over to my aforementioned cousins house for cocktails with the Northenders gang. We all used to get together every weekend (and several times during the week) but lately everyone has been going in 50 different directions and we've not been hanging out like we used to. It was a beautiful warm spring evening and it was great to get together again and share some laughs with good friends.

Dog Island Revisited
Upon further investigation, perhaps Dog Island (that I linked to yesterday) is not such a great idea. I thought it was a rescue facility and I was keen on the concept of letting unadoptable dogs run free as opposed to keeping them in shelters or destroying them. Apparently (thanks to a heads up from Mopsie and the rigorous investigative work of the missus) they actually advocate surrendering your beloved family pet.

Just so we are clear, I do not support that concept!

In Other News:
With a rebuilt the carb, new distributer and fixed brakes (a leak in the vacuum) the convertible is running like a dream. It's time to start working on some of the cosmetic defects on the interior. I need a new dash, some upholstery repair and a friggin radio then she'll be in tip top shape.

The kittens have changed dramatically in the last 3-4 days. They are now 4 1/2 weeks old and off the bottle (unlike me) and eating solid food and drinking water. Praise [insert deity of choice here]. I thought bottle feeding was exhausting but damn... trying to keep track of them (and keep them off the ceiling) is tough! They are jumping, climbing and running all over the place. They're crazy!

Okay off to meet some folks for a late breakfast! Enjoy your Sunday.