KristyWes

The End of That Week

Red wine & coke?  

Don't knock it until you've tried it.

1.5 hours prepping with my writing partner in 

a freezing cold Starbucks 

+

2.5 hours meeting with our larger sketch group in
 a steaming hot window-less room

=

1 long (but laugh-filled) Saturday afternoon

I don't know how my 77-year old Scrabble friend navigates these
6 flights of stairs every day.  She is one feisty broad.

(Her: "I almost have the letters to spell 'V-i-a-g-a-r-a.'"
Me: "I'd challenge that. No proper nouns!")

My friends Beks & Shmuley hail from our neighbor up north, so we gathered on Canada Day (July 1st) to celebrate their homeland with red-and-white dessert.

We were also celebrating this little so-and-so.  I am floored that a year has passed already since this happy day.  And - she's walking!  Watch out, world.

Leaving Greenpoint and heading for Williamsburg to 

catch the subway, this here moon was hanging huge overhead.  

A pretty nightcap on a pretty fun weekend.

Not pictured:

• A trip to the happiest place on earth (Trader Joe's)
• Dinner at a diner with gal-pal JJ
• Rockin' gospel tunes at church
• An impromptu Bad Shark movie marathon at a neighbor's place. (Bo Duke and Paulie Walnuts: how the mighty have fallen. Tsk tsk.)