These are in the lowest (or highest) order of importance.

 Guess the crazy. (She's #3 in my Crazy Ladies in Film series.)

 The new Louis Vuitton ads are all "Off to the Hunger Games!"

 I love it when the Hubs brings back goodies from Japan.

 Cute fiddler at Lubber Park.

 Larry, Sidney and meet Baby Booker!

Ladies love Booker! Joslyn and Booker. :)

Baby foot.

Trust me, posting this video is way better than what I was going to post.

This is for Jobert since he was making fun of me for not finding "Dancing on My Own" sooner, but as I explained to him, I'm 35, and it's amazing that I'm even into something that isn't late 90s bar music.

Initially, I was going to post an angry review of the "Footloose" remake. I was so upset about it that I was actually going to blog about it, which as you know, I practically never do anymore unless it's to talk about my favorite actresses who play crazy people. Instead, I will leave you with a list of observations:

1) Dennis Quaid's skin looks like apricots a year past their sell date.

2) They added chocolate but somehow it's more vanilla than the original which was ALL WHITE.

3) How do you mess up, "I'm not even a virgin."

4) Now chicken racing with tractors seems much more believable.

5) "I miss John Lithgow," I was forced to say to the TV screen.

6) "I really miss Dianne Wiest [and that Lori actress, and Kevin Bacon!]," I said to the TV after I said the above.

My outrage (and it just keeps growing as I type this) come from the fact that the original "Footloose" actually made me believe it was possible that a gymnastics guy from the city could come to a small town and transform it through dance so that country people could realize their prom. And now it's like, that sounds completely stupid.

Currently obsessing over...(obviously not blogging)

...this Robyn song. Seriously, ALL DAY and into the night.

..."Giselle." The Paris Opera Ballet came to town. It was so, so pretty. I wish I could wear a Wili costume to work. Evil female spirits, guys!

...Dorothee Gilbert, the amazing principal dancer!

...comics which illustrate situations where the Hubs is trying to get me to leave the buffet or order something other than pasta/noodles.

...beach photos...*sigh* (photo by Markus Hentonnen)

Happy July 4th!

Fun on the North Fork

I've got to post these photos before I sink into "Game of Thrones" madness. We watched the first disc of Season 1 and are horrified that each disc only contains two episodes and that we have to send away for the next discs via MAIL. Fortunately, this frees up some time to report that Cecily's bachelorette weekend in the North Fork was FUN. :) It all started when I met up with Ces and Carrie in NYC. People are thinner here than I remember, which means I've got to start visiting the outer boroughs, but something tells me they might be even thinner there. So maybe...Jersey?

This photo was taken when I got up at 4 am because I couldn't sleep -- I was THAT excited.

  This is Cecily before she ate a grilled cheese sandwich, french toast, and cole slaw.

 PEONIES! At the house in Orient, Long Island.

 

 Danielle and Ces on the pebbly beach.

 Kay Leigh and Carrie boozing on the beach.

 Kristy's rhubarb pie. It's one of the best pies I've ever had.
 I shall re-dub it: Awesome Pie.

 Cathy in an all-American shot.

  Local lesbians buying some mache and bay leaves.

 We stressed out this woman with our orders for lobster rolls.

Jen Chang -- perhaps you've heard of her -- told me about this website: pictures of asians taking pictures of their food. HILARIOUS! I keep thinking I'm going to see myself there. I don't know why Asians take pictures of their food, but I do know why Asians sleep in the library.

Only Jen and Cathy were able to get in the frigid water. Their screams could be heard all the way back at the house. Also overheard: "Does it hurt?" "Kind of."

HEATED POOLS ROCK.

Cecily...before the bachelorette bonnet.

Okay. This is THE most awesome bachelorette bonnet in the world. Rose (below) made it from the leftover tissue paper and gift wrapping, and it somehow ended up looking like a 19th century French hat.

Bravo, Rose!

 Danielle and Ces at the Frisky Oyster, where we ran into rival bachelorette parties. Imagine that...at the Frisky Oyster.

 One more...

Okay, two more. Which REMINDS me! Cecily told me about this website -- tell me which one is your favorite: http://mydaguerreotypeboyfriend.tumblr.com/. Vasil Levski made the list. :)

After dinner, we rode the carousel! I'm embarrassed to say that it was thrilling.

 Sarah with her swag.

Rachael donning her marabou cuffs.

Our gal Ces.

Last peony shot...

Good bye, Orient! Cecily and I tried taking this shot a million times, but it came out busted every time. So we decided to look away, and that made the picture sort of decent.

NEWS: Jem is on Netflix streaming, and I learned how to poach an egg.

Sometimes you just need a little push. I don't know why, but "Jem" being available on Netflix streaming has woken me up all of a sudden, and I'm blowing up everybody's Facebook with status updates. I'm responding to my own status updates. All of a sudden this reminded me that I have to update my blog and post the rest of my Paris photos (because you've never ever seen a pastry or a French street before). Also, the staff meeting was canceled today, and this freed up some serious joy. I had begun the day by texting my friend: "Wednesday's child is full of woe...Today is staff meeting day. If you see a flock of birds scatter in the distance, you know I've gone postal."

Sometimes life gives you a break and makes it seem like you got something for free. But in actuality, you pay a monthly subscription fee.

PS. My first poached egg attempt went badly, but my second one was alright! And when I say alright, it really was just "okay."

Back in Paris...a very sweet goodbye. (And some ramen.)

Clafoutis at Boulangerie Epicerie.

OMG. No one ever told me about the sacristain.

Space Invader!

Dresses at Colette. :)

We had to hit up the ramen shop!

Slurp!

On the way to Vezelay...

Path.

Arches.

Stripes.

Bestiary.

The hospital in Beaune...

Roof.

Seule.

Medicine bottles.

Tapestry.

Wisteria.