PART II

Forgot to mention this last post, but one of us is pretty pregnant at this juncture. Beav's last day at work (for a while) is this Friday. Going to see the doc on Thursday to get the last of the ultrasounds. Should be a wild one.

Anyways, the rest of the weekend was equally active. We had houseguests, the lovely Mike and Laura, and much merriment was made between the painting and moving of boxes.

Sunday night was Rem's birthday / housewarming. Their place is awesome. Rem has a man room that got my wheels turning. You know, a place to put your dungeon miniatures and plaster skulls.

Can't get into specifics here, but we're on Rem's back porch, monitoring some NSFW activity courtesy of a neighbor with a trick towel. Park Slope is way more forward than Greenpoint in this regard.


I guess you kind of had to be there. Here's another angle, Bryce going blue blazer, Chinese flip flops AND Guayabera.


Out hostess...on the weekend of her anniversary.


We had to cut out early, to hit the Marlow for meatballs. Made an appointment for one of these:


I think Mike and I stayed up late and watched a Guy Ritchie recent effort. What has four letters and rhymes with bird?

Monday was all boxes and lower back pain. Pics of the new set up coming over once the finishing touches are up and tools stowed. Monday early evening, however, was all about these:

My eyebrows still smell like I have two hot dogs taped on my forehead. Toby gets the gold shoulder for pulling together another epic backyarder.

The chef and the remains of shoulder one:


I am the official photographer of this young lady. Everything I shoot comes up daisies.

Pig pile.



Good times ladies and gentlemen.

I have baby shower pics courtesy of the James here for you too. Waiting for clearance from the com.

Yaos!

Memorial Daze Weekend PART I

Apologies for the lay-off. A-man has been busy - band gig around the corner, nursery under construction, babies getting showered, cars needed parking, commerce was conducting. Did have the camera in effect all weekend, however, so mighty snaps to follow, in parts.

Kicked off the long weekend with a haircut. Tight and shiny. Had a wedding to attend, so needed the melon to represent.

Wedding, FYI = shit-ton of fun. These guys tied the knot under the Manhattan bridge on Saturday. Ted and E.V. Outfits legendary. Ditto beer consumption by this guy. Our first nuptials of the season, pretty epic view.




The wife and HH. Hoping baby gets those cheekbones. HH's suit rules. Was outgunned sartorially all weekend.



Reception was at the Smack Mellon gallery nearby. Table temples were genius. All these bits came off and could be attached to lapels, trousers or hairnets.

Here's the groom - also crushed his ensemble. Gave a killer toast. Took excellent care of the guests.

Beav and I tried dancing, we just banged bellies. Everyone got sea sick. Biz picked up the slack.


Awwwww. Beav was a great sport. Let me go the distance and make my rounds.

Matt and Beaver thinking coconut cake.



Tony had the right idea, here he's pretending to dance with the centerpiece, as he skillfully leads it to his vehicle trunk.


And the closer. Waited all evening for this one.


Hi octane B&W snaps coming, though locating the scanner at this juncture in the re-lo proving challenging.

Part II also to follow. Highlights may include a dangle, more cocktails, shoulder meat and the ladies of 24 Powers.

Meat Sheets

The girls had their baby shower last night, the boys did a red meat offsite. Genius. Steak for Eight at Diner. HH and I girled our T-bone, but I did find a black pearl in my fried oyster, which was doubly awesome. Evening wrapped at Barcade, over Frogger.

Here's me in a crisp party shirt, partying.



Don't have any pics of the girls yet, but assume they're coming. The Beavers gave me a book called "real pirates don't do diapers". Building consensus.

We broke ground on the nursery on Monday. The guys are supposed to wrap it up on Monday. Pretty sweet little space. Beav is the general contractor, all the way. I do plastic and stay out of the way.

Finally, the microlite Toro arrived, courtesy of the moms. It's a hell of a sled. Hope baby's head is half the size of my pumpkin, gads.


Dinner tonight with the aunts and moms. Big night, plan on banking 10 hours on the back-end. Sleeping late in French is called "grasse matinee", only have a couple more of those left. C'est Dingue.

Thank you boys.

Baby Moon

Doc says we're having a 9+ pounder. This after a laying on of hands. We'll see, Grandmother Beaver predicts a tiny package. I'll go with 7.77. Sounds lucky.

Meanwhile, I was in Nantucket with my wild pack of family dawgs this weekend. Much needed. Beav can't fly cause she's too far along, so we hooked her up with a spa cycle and some movie money. There were shoe bags in the bedroom when I got home.

We left for the Cape Friday morning, 8 of us. Our host, the most handsome and generous AEB III, secured air transport direct from Teterboro. Bad ass. Here's the crew sprinting to the craft:


I may have been more excited than the girls. Toby aced me by rocking the sport jacket for the flight, Classy.

Weather was a touch dicey, we flew in moments before it starting raining sideways. The season doesn't start for another couple weeks, perfect timing for optimal donut avails. Trey, parking the plane:

Trois and the Dauphin supervising the sandwich assembly in the window box. Did a lot of napping in this spot.

Lucy letting me know my jokes need polish:

The manse...

Fashion shoot day two. The surf was massive. As will be the comments, I'm sure.

Pretty good looking crew here. I think everyone's wearing HH's workout wear.

Hard not to take all the pictures of these two:

Klammed.


Perfect form after the perfect storm. We went fishless.

STEAMAHS!

Managed to win this one when no one else was trying.


We saw this cereal again!


Fabulous trip, fabulous company. A thousand thanks to the Beckster and Franci for having us up. I got a chance to do a little baby watching, wow, those little ladies are a lot of work. Good practice. I'm excited about the naps, less so about the early mornings.

Mom's belly got bigger *while away*. Missed my ladies.

Lucky Granddaughter

So while we still do not have a room for the Chooch in our Brooklyn pad (landlord says the WALL construction will happen next week), the Charlotte grandmother (aka Mama Beav, aka Beavie) has been hard at work on her own nursery. This room is much nicer (not to mention bigger) than what our little lady is going to have in Greenpoint. It will be like going to stay at a really nice hotel. The crib is vintage- both Josh and I slept in it as babies. Mom had it stripped and repainted and had extra bars added to bring it up to current safety standards. She of course also designed all the bedding, curtains, etc. (and embroidered the bumpers). The bookshelves are stocked with toys and books from her own childhood. Pretty cool. Looks like they're hoping for lots of visits- which is fine by me! You can barely see it off to the right, but there's even a posh glider and ottoman in there. We definitely don't have a glider. It will be heaven taking her to Charlotte... Thanks for all your hard work Mom! Its gorgeous! xo Winz

Throwing Down with Big Brown

Epic day, yesterday. The 11th running of the crushed ice with bourbon party, magnificently hosted by the Bryces. Bet on the usual back pack finishers, so we won't be financing the beanser's education with OTB reciepts, however, didn't much matter given we banked a lot of comedy in the backyard.

Lot of little people in the gallery. This one has magnificent manners:

Next generation of race fans below, class of 2026.



There's our amazing host. Lot of top tier fashion happening in the backyard, good looking ensembles. I went for the Robin Masters, Rockford, Gatsby, Jeans Attack all representing.

Chili champion in the house!

Peter won the sucker pool (again), Thomas, the chicken eating title.

Hunter made it up, the toast of the party. Ladies love the gobbler.



A-man had a few brown slushies. Head got real fat, not likely receding anytime soon.


This one really doesn't need a caption. Black eyes, closed eyes...

I don't even know what this is. But looks awesome. Bushwick Country Club after party apparently.

Morning after shot of mom - no idea why she's put up with the hijinks. Came home around four AM and announced that women from the future had been contacting me with topless photos. Pretty genius. She looks smashing these days, still takes amazing care of me, despite tolerating for two.

Divine Follie (sic)

That's the name of the restaurant that sold me this:

In case you can't quite make it out, yes, that's a fully dressed lady bug in my caesar salad. Yuck, yuck, restaurant aptly named. Still workshopping the take-out options in the new hood. Pio Pio Rico on deck...

June bugs, lady bugs, all good I guess.