A gathering of regal eagles....

Just back from the city of angles / angels. Apologies for the lay-off, was busy hob nobbing with the glitteratti. Pretty severe sightings at the Chateau, the kind that make you squeeze your neighbors knee under table and grunt something hoggish. Thought I had out grown my celebrity infatuation, not the case. New learning:

Jonah Hill is roughly the same size as volkswagon, looks like fun

Andy Samburg has Munchausen thighs

Scarlett J. has manners

Steve Earle is exactly Steve Earle

Alicia Silverstone requires hair and make-up, Cameron Diaz doesn't

Matthew Perry is rudderless, wears leather bomber jacket

The flying tomato will soon be grounded.

Anyways, flew back to NYC with the LA Guns, coach class, Jet Blue. Worth a google.

More importantly, had a fabulous Easter with the whole crew. Check out my awesome parents:

We did a huge dinner at Uncle JJ's - smashing time, smashing company, smashing food. Dad is a genius with the little people, good thing, since he'll be babysitting the little arrival with frequency.

HH in the house, we sat for portraits:


Here's the chef, General Gravy, with the master of ceremonies, MJ:


I'm not supposed to post pics of the Beav without permission, but this one's a killer. That's grape juice, of course:


Table of contents, note JJ's resemblance to SPHINX:


What's got two thumbs and likes ham?

Crazy Aunts:


My other lady crushes:

Looking forward to the next pow-wow, hopefully hosted at the new place. We move next weekend, gads.

More shortly.

The Tournament of Hearts

March madness kicks off in like 15 minutes. I'm in three pools this go round, yet after 20 years of filling out brackets, I've yet to crack the top 90% in any of them, despite hours logged in front of the boob tube, casing the competition. A ten year old usually wins.


If you don't know who that is to my right, you probably follow cricket. I'll be pulling for the Heels, anxious for another victory skip from Mr. Ty Ty. Can't wait to hear what ex-church fellow Billy Fudge Packer has to say about the Heels defensive lapses. Predicting the Dean makes yet another stunning in-studio appearance, but really hoping for a cameo from Matt Doherty.

If we win (the chooch is entered too), we will blow the spoils on a hot dog maker for mom. She loves her tube steaks.

Speaking of March madness, we've had quite a run at home as well. Beav's hip pains are actually hormonal (not enzymatic as erroneously reported by moi) and are being treated with sweet tarts and trashy magazines. She's sleeping better these nights, and we're optimistic about learning the fox trot in April.

Crappy St. Patrick's Day!

This picture was taken exactly one year ago today. These two knaves are my partying uncles. They'll be in charge of darts, putters, bandannas, Eddie Grant and stuff when the baby arrives.


Had to work late tonight, so no hijinks for the A man. Beav is laid out with a baby sitting on her kidneys, so we kept a low profile on this greatest of holidays.



Caught ten minutes of dancing with the stars, half an episode of top chef. I am ready to drafted for either. Told Beav my ideal reality show would be called, who wants to be america's next top male cheerleader? I would work out if it meant tossing featherweights around and doing cadenced severe hand claps. I was all wrong in High School.

Forgot to wear green today, no one pinched me.

The Castor Royale

Photoshoot on Bedford ave. this morning. The Royal Beaver looking pretty rock and roll. We got belly shots too:

Been warming up to the snoogle - hit that hard this morning. Otherwise, all's swell. Folks coming next week, we have a move-in date for the new place, and a fridge full of nasty green import macro brews. My possession culling may start there this weekend.

Sneak peek at the front door of the firehouse:


We're setting up shop on the 2nd floor.

I'd write more, but I'm too busy scouring the interweb for pics of the Guv'nah's Hottie Hooker. Wow. I already MyFaced her this morning.

Aces.

Week 26 - Stinker has a stinker

Gads, tough one. We got heart burn, insomnia, uncontrollable guffawing, flesh wounds, black ice, bad elastic, bad electronics and bad behavior. Good news is, I had my first threesome last night. Me, the Beav, and this foam snake-coil went to the mattress. Good thing that thing came with instructions - it's like sleeping with the heavy bag from the Rocky gym.

Anyways, we both slept like angels, and managed a reasonably productive Saturday, given we got up when it got dark. Bought a crib, and made a decision about a stroller. The nice lady that demo'd it for us was kind enough to go deep cleavage on the weekend wear and good times were had by all. Park Slope - FYI - full of hot moms. They all want to talk fabric scraps and baby friendly paint, I gotta brush up on my literature again.

Making a yard bird and kale for the lady tonight. She's on a fat free lo cal hot dog diet that would impress the Stomach from Meatballs. Just watched it again, by the way, cannot wait to send the kid to camp.

Beav is still killing it in Pilates class. Thinking about signing up for a sesh. The guns needs a tune up before it's Bjorn season.

Oh, if Hamilton from the Walkmen is reading this, help yourself to the river, jump in. Thanks!

1350 miles, 10 states, 0 tickets

This is our new machine, pretty rad. I flew down solo to Plant City, FLA, on Saturday to pick her up. Oddly, we used to have this same car back in Lewisville NC. She's a tank, but drives like a dream. Notice the tinted windows. Interior is somewhere between orange and orange, cloaked as burgundy.

Anyways, made it to Charleston night one. Rolled in at 9PM, pork chops at the ready. Hunter's place is gorgeous. Moments later, we were partying on a porch:


That's TK, eating a Lee Bros. roasted oyster. Whole gang in the house, real good times, Low Country style.

This was our host, Will. He's practically the mayor of the place.


HK almost looks as good as his house. I miss Mr. Kennedy terribly. I split on Sunday, and powered on to DC to see my friends Ron and Jess. Hilariously, Jess gave birth pretty much that morning. So, I arrived just in time to meet the one day old. Lily Day. She's gorgeous. And reminds mom of the Pope. She was all business:



I can't get over how big they are when they arrive. I got to hold her too.

Wow. Note how happy she is, and how oily I am. Really amazing opportunity. Pretty amazing trip.

Made it home this afternoon. I think my lady missed me. She looks great, pics coming, promise.