My in-laws used to pour a nice, dry sherry at 5 o’clock. I remember the cut crystal schooners, the sectioned serving plate with a ‘plentiful sufficiency” of borderline stale, crisps, cocktail peanuts and Twiglets. My father-in-law and I would usually have a second sherry – extra dry to prepare our palates for dinner. I always felt […]
Monthly Archives: August 2015
Colin Farrell used to come to Staniel Cay when I lived there. He was at the bar all the time (like 8 in the morning, all the time – even I was drinking coffee). It was during the filming of Miami Vice and he had a weird hairstyle, but he was still hot. I think he’s been […]
Great stories happen to those who tell them… Ira Glass I’m looking back to the time I was drunk and living in Staniel Cay in The Bahamas. Something possessed me to take our perpetually malfunctioning jet ski for a daytrip to Sandy Cay, alone. Sandy Cay is a picturesque sliver of coral and scrub, smack in […]
I remember as a child, one of the worst things you could call somebody was a “show off”. That was the kid who teetered perilously on a wheelie, no hands, shouting, “LOOK AT ME!” The show off was never cool, no matter how dangerous the stunt. Even as children, we sensed there was something sad and desperate […]
I say it all the time (by way of excuse), “I have an addictive personality.” I am the woman, after all, who transferred my yen for white wine to a daily gunnysack of dime-store candy. When I put a stop to that, I found a way to burgeon a Jones for frozen grapes. It’s 4 a.m. and […]
Last night Lauren and I went to the Cummer Museum of Art & Gardens to see the Barbara Colacielo directed Deep Resonance – readings from August Wilson’s play Gem of the Ocean. The gorgeous, haunting Whitfield Lovell Deep River exhibit was the backdrop. Billy Holiday bled from a tinny old radio, actors and audience moved from […]
Will you think less of me if I tell you I think this looks delicious? Don’t Get the Wrong Impression I hope you don’t have the wrong impression of me. I talk about sugar so much, you might think I look like the rotund sidekick on every crime series. The one who types like a […]
I’m Late!!! I’m Late… I feel thrown this morning. Not in a bad way, in a good way – like the old, energetic, befuddled days without the hangover. I thought I got up at 6:20 this morning (I swear that is what my watch said) and I jumped out of bed in a rush, took a shower […]
August 19 – September 7, 2015 – the police are going to crack down on drunk drivers like, well, like super-vigilant police on drunk drivers. And if this promotional photograph is any indication of their tactics, they plan to camouflage their squad cars; painting them like those people who work during Halloween Horror Nights at Universal […]
I was driving Lauren and Kristin to a concert last night in St Augustine. It was an island, reggae, heart of the summer line up including Sublime and Rebolution, bands we always listened to in The Bahamas over dinners of imported steaks, hush-your-mouth-crawfish and cases of wine. With a cannabis aperitif. The opening act […]
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