David’s Birthday Party

I got some great shots (I think) at David’s birthday party last night, held at Ellen’s apartment (officially the best one bedroom apartment in Manhattan).

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I love this one.  They were out on the balcony posing for someone else and I was inside and I noticed the light and how they were framed by the window so I quick stole a shot!

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I have such musical friends!  But this group of friends are from the band I play in called Manhattan Samba.  That’s David, aka the birthday boy, on the left playing the drum.

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Playing around the piano where I learned Ellen can really sing, and Giovanni is a seriously trained classical pianist (he gives concerts and everything).

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My smooshed face aside, I am playing an instrument here!  That egg is a shaker, and it has a surprisingly great sound, you wouldn’t believe it.

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You guys are fired!

I’m actually a little proud of myself.  Last night I was woken up by a flying cockroach/waterbug thing flying into me at 3:30 in the morning! I of course screamed and cried and considered which neighbor might forgive me for waking them up to ask them to kill the bug, decided none, and grabbed a magazine and a sneaker.

I’m proud because when he flew at me I somehow managed to stand my ground. You have to understand, I don’t know why but these things fill me with such dread and such fear I will cry, and I mean really cry, and shake, just being in the same room with one. Had I not managed to kill it I would have gotten dressed and found a bar to hang out in until it was safe to wake a neighbor.

But when he flew at me I waved the magazine at him, and waited for him to land next, and he was dead within five minutes of swat-miss-swat-miss.  And because it’s me I felt bad about killing him.

And you guys. YOU GUYS!!  It’s your freaking job to kill these things!!  As I’ve said in my bio here, they will go after cute, tiny, furry little mice with all they have, and they will not stop until that mouse is dead, whatever it takes, however long it takes. But something of true horror like a flying cockroach and they can’t even work up the energy to warn me.

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They’re Watching Us

They’re watching and planning their next move.  Meanwhile, doesn’t it feel like the holiday weekend has already begun??  Let’s party!!  Looking at my “to-do” list.  Hmmm.  I don’t see “party.”  This was a improperly prepared list.  To-do: re-do list.

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